She had always considered herself infallible, the one who could see every outcome, who never strayed from her path.

Until now.

A bright light blinds you before it dissipates afterwards, a white domain under your feet.

In this bleak, desolate slate, you noticed two paths— one behind you, ending at the abyss, ideal for eternal slumber.

And for the another, ending at the fiery havoc or what you refer as the 'City'.

As if anticipating your choice, a voice pierces the silence.

"That's hell you're walking into."

<I know. But I’ll endure any pain for those I love— especially her.>

"Even if you will not recognize them?"

<You know who I am. Past or present, the choice was always made. I never wavered.>

Without hesitation, you step into the flames.

Steeled to lose everything you once held dear.

<No matter how much it hurts.>

Steeled to relinquish your role as 'Manager'.

<Even if I will forget, my compass will find its way in the depths of hell.>

Your back is nestled against the grass, the warmth of the earth cradling you as your senses return. Slowly, you become aware of a presence— a soft, tear-filled whisper brushing against your skin.

“...Dante…”

The voice, filled with both tenderness and a raw, aching sadness that feels so distant and alien.

A tear falls, warm and wet against your cheek, and your eyelids flutter open.

Above you, a face— full with tears, trembling with a mixture of desperate relief and sorrow.

“Dante.. ha… I knew you will forget, even your name. You probably don’t know who I am anymore.. or the others.”

Her laugh is soft, bitter, trying to hide the pain that emits from her trembling lips.

“But… it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re back.”