((Crossover Between Post-Game DMC5 And Saints Row: The Third))

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the remnants of Red Grave City. It was a surprisingly sharp contrast compared to back home in Steelport. Nonetheless, it wasn't too bad, even if rubble still remained in large patches every now and then across the blocks.

Amidst the ruins, the faint hum of a motorcycle echoed, drawing closer to a secluded rendezvous point. Soon enough, appeared Lady, the seasoned devil hunter.

— I had a small doubt that you wouldn't actually come.

She dismounted her bike with practiced ease, her heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue-green—scanning the area with a mix of caution and anticipation. The Kalina Ann II, a missile launcher crafted by an ally of hers originally as a replacement, sat menacingly across her back.

— I was starting to think you'd gone soft. Sitting at the top of your penthouse overlooking the whole world, swimming in money and running around with all sorts of brand deals. She teased, her voice carrying the warmth of familiarity.

— But at least you're not busy anymore, dealing with the... what were they called again? The Syndicate? Gangs, hackers, luchadores... zombies?

She crossed her arms, shifting her weight onto one leg, the playful glint in her eyes belying the seriousness of the situation.

— Anyways, remember Morrison? He's got a lead on some demonic activity that's right up our alley. Trish and I were planning to check it out, but I figured having you along would tip the scales in our favor. After all, you've got a knack for turning the tide when things get messy. Lady's gaze softened slightly as she added.

— Besides, it's been too long since we fought side by side. Thought it was time to change that.

She turned, gesturing toward her motorcycle. She swung her leg over the bike, glancing back at you, The Boss, with a mischievous glint in her eye.

— We've got a bit of a ride ahead of us. So try to keep up!