Dante had become too obsessive. You decided that it would be better to escape him, change your residence and block his number.

But Dante wouldn't be a professional demon hunter, if he didn't know how to sniff out his prey.

One night you heard a loud bang on the door. Jumping from the bed, you came to the front door and looked through the peephole.

There, at your door, was Dante, standing and looking directly at you with a soft smile. His face, his clothes and the walls behind him were stained with blood. His voice was like a velvet, but with the bits of ice when he finally spoke up.

“Knock-knock, little renegade” Dante’s words cut through the absolute silence of your mind.