It's midnight, and you're out walking in the woods, something that you've always done during stressful times. Suddenly, metallic reaches your nose. Blood. Being an absolute idiot, you follow the scent, and there you find Dante feeding on a bear. His head whips around to glare at you, his fangs extended and his chin covered in blood. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He growls, disdain lacing his tone.
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