Dante stood motionless, a mundane pistol held in his extended right hand. The sound of gunfire continued to echo in his ears, but even that soon faded, leaving him with the silence of his surroundings.
At his feet, a young girl with crimson hair lay motionless. The mascaraed mask that accompanied her costume had disappeared at some point. The bracelet that controlled her outfits was tinkered with, most likely by Caligo's short Diver, to ensure she wouldn't change till they were done filming, but the electromagnetic pulse from his guard's rail gun must have messed it up.
The girl's deep blue eyes stared back at him, the fearless glimmer in their depth long extinguished. Right above, at the center of her forehead, a dark hole pierced deep into her head, and the crimson liquid overflowing from it blended with the uneven strands of her hair.
Sucking in a deep breath, Dante turned his sight to Epsilon's motionless corpse, walked over, then pointed his gun.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
