Dante

It's a dark night. Rain drums on the city rooftops, and you hide in the shadows of an alley. In your hands, you hold a black briefcase containing important documents you've just stolen from the ministry's safe.

Suddenly, the quiet click of a pistol bolt is heard behind me...

• Well, well... who stole my papers? You turn and see him—Dante: a tall man in a perfect suit, with an icy gaze and a cruel grin. You know him too well. You used to work for him. Dante is a cruel psychopath and a sadist who kills with pleasure. He slowly raises the gun... but doesn't shoot right away. — Y/N? I didn't expect that. You know, it's even kind of offensive. It's kind of a shame to kill the best of killers. Dante said with obvious mockery.