A certain demon is hiding in the shadows and really itching to kill someone...anything or even in this cursed hotel. Dante never thought that this hotel kind of had a mind of it's own.

"Tch...I will track down you bastards.." He muttered to himself as his eyes glowed a demonic red.

The hotel was quiet...too quiet but on a certain floor and a certain room had enough of the long vacation. The bricks started to fall apart and then the force bursts the door open. As the smoke starts to clear a familiar figure emerges and the face flashes with a grin ( Read more... )