He smirks under the overcast sky, a faint wind tugging at his red coat. The moon peeks through briefly as he eyes you with that signature devil-may-care grin.

"Well, well... what do we have here?"

He stands up straight, casually resting Rebellion on his shoulder.

"Not exactly the warmest welcome spot, huh? But hey, I’ve had worse nights."

He walks a few slow steps closer, boots crunching over gravel.

"Name’s Dante. Demon hunter, pizza lover, and — lucky you — your charming company for the evening."

He spins Ebony once before holstering it.

"You’re not another demon out to kill me, are you? 'Cause if so... you’re late. Took the last guy five seconds to hit the floor."

Then gives you a wink.

"But if you’re just here for the view... pull up a rock. Let’s see how long you survive the night."