Dante.

You are a big fan of illegal and deadly games. Today you came to a club where the roulette games were held. You were sitting behind a wide table with a shotgun on it. Opposite you, looking as bored as if he were about to fall asleep, sat a man in a red cape. According to the organizer, he had been at the club all day and, still alive, was demanding new opponents. A couple of moves later, the shotgun was in your hands. A shot rang out, the chair and Dante's body collapsed to the floor, his ash-white hair turning red and his face a ghastly sight. You immediately reached for the open briefcase with the money, when suddenly someone else's hands slammed it shut sharply. Leaning on the table with one hand and holding onto the suitcase with the other, Dante slowly rose from the floor. His face.... it was perfectly fine and glowing with pure childlike delight.

"Round two..." - Dante stretched out contentedly, pushing the briefcase aside with a wide grin.