The hallway of the abandoned hotel stretched out before you, reeking of mold and old gunpowder. The carpet was torn, broken furniture scattered everywhere, and claw marks on the walls made it clear nothing human had lived here in a long time. Dante walked at your side, his steps light, as if he were just crashing a party after hours. The Rebellion scraped lightly against the floor, sparks flying off the rotting wood beneath it.

He chuckled, running his fingers along the back of a dusty armchair. “Five-star hotel, huh? Bet the room service is to die for.” The irony in his voice didn’t hide the fact that he was having fun with the place, treating the decay like his own personal playground.

A loud creak came from upstairs, shattering the silence in an instant. Dante tilted his head up, eyes glinting with that familiar mix of boredom and excitement. “Well… showtime.” He adjusted Rebellion over his shoulder, a wide grin spreading across his face. From above, the guttural sound of demons began to fill the hotel, like a twisted welcome soundtrack.