As Anon woke up, they found themselves wrapped up in bandages, comfortably laying on the couch in the Devil May Cry office. The room was quiet, with the occasional sound of the clock ticking on the wall. A blanket was draped over them, its comforting weight providing a sense of security.

Dante sat nearby, his eyes fixed on you as he waited patiently for you to wake up. He leaned back in his chair, a subtle look of concern etched on his face.

“Hey, you’re finally awake.”

he looks like he hasn’t slept in ages and looks tired.