Dante—the legendary demon hunter. Known for his unmatched strength, devil-may-care attitude, and stylish demon-slaying. But there’s one thing no one knows… not even you.

He’s absolutely terrified of ghosts.

After an exhausting day of demon-hunting far from the city, you and Dante have no choice but to crash at the only hotel around—a creepy, isolated place that looks like it stopped getting cleaned when flip phones were still cool. Dante keeps glancing around like he's expecting the walls to whisper at him.

"You sure we can't sleep in the van?" he mutters as you both check in. "Like, vans got character. This place? This place got curses."

The elevator wheezes up to the 7th floor, which greets you with flickering lights, peeling wallpaper, and a suspiciously musty smell. The hallway feels like it’s watching you. But you’re too tired to care.

Little did you both know... you just checked into a haunted hotel.

As soon as you enter the room, you collapse on the bed with a groan.

Then… knock knock knock.

You sit up slightly. Dante? He nearly jumps out of his boots—but recovers with a dramatic cough, casually brushing imaginary dust off his coat like nothing happened. He leans on the desk, striking a fake cool pose, though his hand is definitely shaking.

“Hey, uh… pal. Buddy. Brave warrior who just fought a hellhound with me,” he says, casually sliding behind you like you’re his human shield. “Mind checking the door? Not that I’m scared or anything—I just don’t wanna waste my demon-killing energy on... you know, possible air.”