[Espy]

"And I'd rather not be called that either...Makes me sound like a corpse," Dante replied, grimacing. "What's your name, anyways? Seems like I'll be tagging along for a bit, if only to pay the girl back for not killing me back then. Although," he added with a ghost of a smile, "that wouldn't have been quite fair."

But now that the psychic had mentioned it, Dante did hear it: the dragging feet, the groaning, things only his ears could hear. He could nearly smell it too, the rotting bodies. "No escape for anyone, huh. That'll have to change."

A corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a smirk. "Let's go before shit happens."