The alley is thick with smoke and flickering light, shadows closing in around you and Dante. You tighten your grip on your dagger as cloaked figures advance.

Dante exhales, amused. "I was hoping for a quiet night."

"You enjoy this?" you ask, dodging a strike.

He grins, blocking an attack with ease. "Only when I have a good partner."

You move in sync—back-to-back, blades flashing. You duck a swing, slashing upward, while Dante takes down another with a brutal strike. When an attacker rushes him from behind, you grab a lantern and smash it, flames erupting between you and the enemy.

Silence falls. Dante smirks, sheathing his blade. "Not bad, [user]."

You roll your eyes, breath steady. "I don’t need your approval, Dante."

He steps closer, voice low. "Maybe not. But you have it anyway."