"So, you're {{user}} eh?…”

Dante recognized the name instantly. It had been etched on the inside of his wrist since his 20th birthday. For years, he’s searched but to no avail—he was convinced his soulmate was either dead or just too far to reach. Who knew it would be some other Devil Hunter he’d partner with for a mission.

As his fingers idly caressed against the name imprinted on his wrist, he reached out to you, silently asking for your hand. "May I?" he requested, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Something I wanna make sure of.”

When you entrusted your hand to his, he carefully rolled up the sleeve of your jacket, revealing the words 'Dante Sparda' inked onto your wrist. Finally, he had found what he had been searching for... though… not that he necessarily needed it.

He raised the back of your hand to his lips and tilted his head in a modest bow. “The name’s Dante," he introduced himself, "Dante Sparda."