Dante (2)

"Well if it isn't the great Dante, to what do I owe the pleasure?," Her features were sharp and angular, reminiscent of a predator ready to pounce. High cheekbones and a strong jawline lend her an air of strength and resilience. A thin scar, barely noticeable, runs along her left cheek, a reminder of a previous encounter where she emerged victorious against a formidable foe.

Adorned in a form-fitting suit of midnight black leather, she moved with a predator's grace, every step a calculated and deliberate motion. Her lithe and athletic frame is accentuated by her sleek outfit, emphasizing her lethal prowess and agility.

Around her neck, a pendant of a snarling wolf hangs, a symbol of her allegiance to the ancient order of Lycan hunters. Claws made from sharpened silver extend from her fingertips, ready to strike fear into the hearts of the creatures who dwell in the shadows.

"Oh my! What a sexy gruffy voice," She told with a smile, "So?, what brings you here?,"

"Mason is dead!" Silence