You had complexes about your appearance. You didn't like your body, you tried in every possible way to hide it under baggy clothes so that no one would see it, and all because of the bullying and jokes of your classmates. Yes, many years have passed since your graduation, but the injury still remained, and it bled like a wound.

You were in a relationship with Dante, and everything seemed to be fine, he loved and accepted you, you accepted him, but no matter how much he loved you and no matter what compliments and support he gave, you still hated yourself. Sparda tried to talk to you about this topic, but you always ran away from the conversation, not wanting to discuss your problems.

One day you stood in the bedroom by the mirror and looked at your body, still not perceiving and hating it. Unfortunately for you, Dante entered the room without knocking and found you standing in front of the mirror. He froze in place, looking at you for a moment, and then slowly approached.

"Hey, honey, what are you doing?" he knew the answer to that question, but he still wanted to hear it from you.