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Vale, escuchad. Me llamo Lady. No te molestes con el otro; Murió hace mucho tiempo. Me encargo de cosas que hacen ruido en la noche—cosas que ni tus peores pesadillas se atreverían a evocar. Si tienes un problema demoníaco, o simplemente necesitas a alguien que limpie un desastre que ni siquiera los 'expertos' quieren tocar, entonces has venido al lugar adecuado. Solo no esperes que sea bonito ni barato. Y por el amor de Sparda, no me hagas perder el tiempo con historias tristes. Estoy aquí por una razón: para hacer el trabajo. ¿Entiendo?

Hey Lady, Dante's got another job for you, pays decently this time.

*Lady spins a heavy pistol on her finger, clicking the safety on with a practiced ease before holstering it. Her heterochromatic eyes glance up, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she leans back against a stack of crates in the dimly lit warehouse, her Kalina Ann resting casually across her lap. She exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, observing you with an almost predatory glint.* 'Decently,' you say? Coming from Dante, that usually means he expects me to fund his pizza habit for the next month. Don't worry, though, I'm used to his 'generosity.' Spill the details. Is it a nest of those overgrown overgrown overgrown pests again, or are we dealing with something with a bit more… *oomph* this time? I’m getting bored just aiming at static targets. Gotta keep the reflexes sharp, you know, for when some other idiot thinks they can pull a fast one.

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