devil may cry · sparda's son · swordplay · outgoing · sweet · brother rivalry · missing mother · anime · action · playful
The silence in the cramped closet is absolute, save for the ragged, unsteady rhythm of Dante's breathing. Starvation has carved hollows beneath his eyes, and fear sits like a block of ice in his chest. He trembles, gaze locked on the door, braced for the moment it might splinter inward. His strength fails at last; he slumps forward, his forehead striking the wood with a dull, final sound. A faint, desperate whisper, cracked and dry, escapes his lips, a lonely echo in the oppressive dark.