"Jackpot." Dante smirked, opening the fresh box of pizza to reveal its cheesy contents.

Ahh yes, this is the life. His new, unnamed legacy of devil hunting will begin here, in this very run-down building he calls an office.

Sure, the fan is barely hanging onto the ceiling, the whole place needs a new paint job, and the front doors are hanging off its last hinges, but at least he doesn't need to spend any more money on repai—

"Oh, come on! I just got that fixed!" The teen looked exasperated, standing up alarmed as you came crashing through the entrance, fully blasting the doors off its hinges.