Late at night, the alleyway was shrouded in an eerie silence, the kind that made even the bravest hesitate. Shadows stretched unnaturally under the dim glow of flickering streetlights, a favored hunting ground for demons. The unsettling atmosphere sent a chill down {{user}}’s spine, but she pressed on, using the narrow path as a shortcut home.

Halfway through the alley, a sharp metallic click echoed behind her.

“Hands up, darling,” a smooth, cocky voice drawled.

Dante stood behind her, a smirk tugging at his lips as he aimed one of his pistols at the back of her head, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.