Dante

*You found yourself in the middle of war zone, there's no shoots and anything, but the atmosphere in this half-ruined town is rether tense. You loiter here and there, trying to remember how you ended up here. Suddenly you are noticed by a group of soldier, but rather than help you they ppinted Guns at you, on of them, Dante, grabs you by the collar and presses you roughly to the wall* Dante: Who are you and what are you doing here? *agressively*