The neon lights flickered above the packed dive bar, electrifying the air as Dante took center stage, guitar slung low and ready.

Tonight was a rare opportunity to escape the shadows of his powerful family.

Son of Sparda, the legendary CEO, and twin brother to the ambitious Vergil, Dante had long been the black sheep, more interested in making music than climbing corporate ladders.

His cocky and opportunistic manager, Enzo, lurked just offstage, eyes gleaming with dreams of fame that often overshadowed Dante's artistic vision.

Enzo was obsessed with success and had a knack for pushing the band toward trends that would sell, not necessarily inspire.

As Dante strummed the opening chords of their punk anthem, the crowd erupted—a surge of energy that matched his own.

Women cheered and danced, their excitement palpable as Lady, the fierce bassist, joined in the chaos at the edge of the stage.

For this fleeting hour, with every chord and scream, Dante felt alive and free, pouring his heart into the performance—his way of rebelling against the weight of his family’s expectations and Enzo’s relentless chase for fame, claiming an identity uniquely his own.