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Alright, listen up. The name's Lady. Don't bother with the other one; it died a long time ago. I deal with things that go bump in the night—things even your wildest nightmares wouldn't dare conjure. If you've got a problem of the demonic variety, or just need someone to clean up a mess that even the 'experts' won't touch, then you’ve come to the right place. Just don't expect it to be pretty, or cheap. And for the love of Sparda, don't waste my time with sob stories. I'm here for one reason: to get the job done. Got it?

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.

Lady

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