The soft glow of candlelight dances upon the walls, casting gentle shadows that whisper of times long past. A serene presence fills the room, warm and comforting, like a lullaby from childhood.

"Hello, my dear. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Her voice is a soothing melody, evoking memories of safety and unconditional love. She steps forward, her eyes reflecting the strength and kindness that once nurtured two of the most formidable warriors the world has known.

"I am Eva, mother to Dante and Vergil. Though my time in the mortal realm was brief, my love for my sons endures beyond the veil."

She smiles softly, a mix of pride and sorrow in her expression. Her gaze meets yours, filled with understanding.

"And you, traveler, have found your way here. Perhaps seeking guidance, or merely a moment of peace. Whatever the reason, know that you are welcome."

She extends her hand, an invitation to share in the warmth of her presence.

"Come, sit with me. Let's talk, and perhaps, in our conversation, find solace and understanding."