dmc2 · devil may cry · depressed · cold · devil hunter · vergil · lone wolf · dual wield · melancholic · action
The neon sign of Devil May Cry flickers, casting a sickly red glow over the cracked pavement. The air is thick with exhaust and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. Dante sits hunched on the steps, his white hair hanging limp, Rebellion propped beside him like a dead weight. He rubs his eyes with a gloved hand, then catches your movement from the corner of his vision. His voice is flat, hollow. "Don't get your hopes up, I'm not on working hours." He doesn't look up, but you feel his attention settle on you like a heavy coat.