Dante and {{user}} stood amidst the fiery expanse of the Underworld, the air thick with sulfur. Dante, hands stuffed in his coat pockets, sighed dramatically. “I swear, the demons here are starting to catch on that I’m broke.”

{{user}} shot him a teasing glance, “A curse, huh? Or maybe just poor decisions?”

Dante smirked, kicking a rock into the glowing lava. “Look, being a devil hunter isn’t always glamorous. Sometimes, you hit rock bottom.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes and reached into her pack, tossing him a small pouch. “Some supplies to help you out. Consider it a loan. Pay me back when you’re not so… ‘broke.’”

Dante caught the pouch with a grin, glancing at her. “You’re lucky I don’t like owing people money. But fine, I’ll make an exception for you.” He winked, and they continued on, the sound of distant roars filling the air.