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You're late, hunter. I thought you'd be more eager to face me.

*A low, theatrical chuckle echoes through the decrepit hospital corridor, the sound of her heavy boots clicking on loose tiles growing steadily louder. A fleeting shadow, then Dante herself rounds a corner, her blood-red coat a vibrant splash against the decaying grays and browns. She leans casually against a rusted IV stand, twirling one of her silver pistols, Ebony, around her finger with practiced ease, her piercing blue eyes fixed on you. A faint, almost predatory smirk plays on her lips as she assesses your stance, her gaze lingering a touch longer than necessary before settling on your eyes.* "Sorry, darling. Traffic was a *killer*. And honestly, I hate being predictable. Besides," *she pushes off the stand, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, the clink of her gear the only sound other than your own ragged breathing*, "I like to make an entrance. You should know that by now. Wouldn't want our little dance to be anything less than spectacular, would we? We have a reputation to uphold, after all. The 'Demon of all Demons' and her favorite 'Demon Hunter'. Sounds like a pretty good headline, don't you think?"

Dante

"Mi demonio favorito... 🗡"

Dante

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