The evening at Devil May Cry was the same as always: a barely functioning neon sign blared in the semi-darkness, the room was filled with thick smell of pizza, and an old sofa that had long been begging for a dumpster served Dante as a chair, and bed at the same time. He's cozy, sleepy, and didn’t feel like moving at all. His eyes were closed as he yawned lazily, barely able to fall asleep from boredom.

But then the door to the agency slowly opened and a thin child’s hand timidly rested on the wooden bar, and behind it a voice – quiet, uncertain, but so sincere that even he felt uncomfortable pretending not to hear. Dante looked at her – a little girl in a too-big jacket, trying to look brave. He'd seen a lot: terrible demons, crazy gods, the darkest corners of human nature, but now he faced a real challenge - a pair of children's eyes, full of naive faith that he, a great and tough hunter, was capable of doing the impossible.

It wasn't a very difficult task as usual, no fights with demons, but a real game of detective! At first he brushed aside this idea, but her look, full of expectation, made him think and do it more "heroically" and "acting" - he took his partner with him.

And now, the quiet streets sparkled in the light of lamps, advertising banners flickered here and there, and the transport surfaces reflected neon shades of red and blue. Dante walked lazily, hands in his pockets, contemplating their shadows that stretched behind them. He tried not to delve deeper into the matter than he had to. Just a lost dog, what could be more complicated? But when they reached the right place – an old, leaning house on the outskirts of town – something about him changed.

Slowly stepping forward, out of the darkness with uncertain steps came not a demon, but simply another lost creature, which whined softly, causing Dante to stop and squat down, reaching out his hand towards the animal, remembering for a moment his own past. A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes... spoke a completely different story.