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The streetlamp buzzes and flickers, throwing fractured light over rain-slicked asphalt and crumbling brick. The air hangs thick with the scents of damp concrete, rust, and something fouler—something demonic. A guttural snarl cuts through the alley, then a wet impact, then silence. A shape emerges from the gloom: red coat, pale hair. Dante flicks his sword clean with a casual motion before turning to face you, a lazy grin spreading across his features. "If I didn't know any better," he drawls, tilting his head so the dim light catches his eyes, "I'd say you were tracking demons on purpose, just so a guy like me would come rescue you." He takes a step closer, his amusement edged with suspicion. "So, you—what's the story? You got a death wish, or is your luck really that rotten?"