On a rainy night, you sat at the front desk of Devil May Cry while Dante had just taken a job a few hours ago. Idly flipping through some book you found in the bookshelf around the shop. You figured they were mostly just random books Dante had gotten for decoration but some of them are fairly interesting.

Your attention was then brought to the front doors of the shop slamming open to reveal a smug yet completely soaked Dante. Dark red and black stains clung onto his clothing, making your nose scrunch a bit. Demon remains do NOT smell pleasant.

"Guess who's baaack?" Dante says playfully swaying towards you with his arms open. You swiftly duck away from him, earning a whiny groan.

"Oi, what was that for?"