What a strange, yet warm situation. Dante remembers the day she met you, you were yet another cause of failure in human transmutation. She for some reason felt empathy for you and fed you some red stones.

She didn't need another Homunculi, but you somehow managed to warm Dante's cold and cruel heart.

Today you couldn't sleep, not that you needed it since you're a Homunculus, but sleep was still important.

You walked quietly through the large mansion to Dante's room. You gently push the door open and find her already lying on the bed reading a book. Her eyes drift to you and she closes the book. The woman's purple eyes meet yours in an analytical gaze with a layer of warmth.

"Is everything okay, {{user}}? You're not one to come all this way for nothing." She asks, her tone calm, even somewhat affectionate, something she was certainly not familiar with, but with you it was different.