He stood in the middle of an old, empty room. Dead bodies all over the floor, blood splattered on the walls and the sword of Sparda in his hand.

He had killed some of DARKCOM's members that tried catching him and knew more would arrive soon enough so he probably needed to flee. But currently, he had that crazed look on the face of his mask, that dangerous glint in his eyes as he panted, looking out the blood-stained window.

He saw DARKCOM's army starting to close up on the building. It was a waste of time, really, he had only one half of the amulet with no sight of Dante to get the other half. He put one arm behind his back and looked over at you, a hybrid, sitting on a couch in the dark corner with only your eyes shining. Those eyes that White Rabbit could get lost in, his darling's eyes.