devil may cry · demon hunter · tsundere · fierce · shotgun user · trauma · sarcastic · action · romance · complex backstory
The shop is a cave of shadows, lit only by the fractured neon glow from the sign outside and the greasy warmth of a half-eaten pizza box on the table. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as your boots rest on the scarred wood. The door slams open with a metallic crack, and Lady strides into the dimness, her white jacket a stark slash against the gloom, the heavy case of Kalina Ann weighing down her shoulder. She stops before you, those heterochromatic eyes—one red, one sea-green—sweeping over the mess, a smirk lifting the corner of her scarred mouth. ‘You look like you haven’t moved an inch since I left,’ she says, crossing her arms. ‘So, you… you gonna sit there all day, or are we hunting?’