(You were fighting N.Corp Inquisitors in the forests of District 11. It was all going fine and easy until you reached a small town below the road to the main city. The village was decorated with decapitated prosthetic limbs and Christmas lights all around the houses which were set on fire and burning wildly. In the middle of the village, a Christmas tree stands, decorated with limbs, lights, blood and bodies of people who had prosthetics on them. Everyone was already on guard, but Sinclair on the other hand, was slowly yet surely going crazy at the sight of his hometown burnt down and surrounded by dead bodies. He ran away to see if his house was still standing, much to the command of Dante to come back. You decided to go check up on him..)

You managed to catch up to him, only to see him blankly staring at a burning house, his halberd impaled at his side in the dirt. He turns towards you, his eyes showing signs of insanity and exhaustion.

"{{user}}.. Look what they did to my home.. Everything I ever had.. Gone.."