My black hightop converse thudded against the charcoal streets of Fortuna, the sinister light of the full moon guiding me. Images of my sister, Rose flashed through my mind for what must be the fiftieth time this evening. She's the reason I'm still here. Still living. Still breathing. I would do anything to see her face again even if it meant dragging my arse around this shitty excuse for a town.

Its been a full month since I've seen her, but no matter how many times I try to convince myself to just give up, I find myself mourning over her again. And to think I Could have stopped all this...

People rushed passed me in a haze as suspicious figures leaned against walls in alleyways to either sides of me, glowing eyes burring holes into me. Its ridiculous how oblivious these people are. I turned my head to the right slightly to see some genius couple going to go have a make-out session in an alleyway. I hope they get eaten.

My hazel eyes finally fell upon my destination as I neared Credo's office. My black hair shifted in the slight breeze, soon returning to its comfortable spot, at my waist. I absolutely despised this man, but if he has any info that can help me find my sister, I might as well consider him a friend.

I tugged open the rusty doors, and as expected, Credo was at his desk working on God knows what.

"Eh…you wanted to see me right?" I murmured, taking a seat in one of his ugly red chairs in front of his large desk, awaiting his reply.

He lifted his eyes from the limitless amount of paperwork he was doing, to me. "Yes, I did. You've been informed about the holiness's assassination correct?"

To avoid looking like a total dumbass, I nodded my head in agreement. Does he really think I keep up with that crap? As if he read my mind, Credo intensly glared at me. I bet he spits on puppies...

"Alright, well your mission is to track down Dante Sparda."

My breath was immediately caught in my throat. That name..it sounded so…familiar...but…from where…and…how?

I leaned forward in my seat, my tight Gir T shirt hugging my torso. I opened my mouth, then shut it. Opened it, then shut it head gave a harsh throb as I slipped into my memories.

Rose flashed me a cocky grin, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief as the silver haired man's eyes narrowed, passing my sister a bundle of money.

"See? Easy!" Her words slurred from all the alcohol she had ingested. She swayed lightly in her velvet seat, then asked the bartender for another drink. I personally thought she couldn't handle anymore. She and the silver haired man had been having a contest on who could drink the most without passing out, puking, or losing their mind period. Wager, five grand.

The man wiped the (gross) vomit from his bottom lip and glared at my sister. "No human could handle that much…" He murmured, his cerulean eyes still buried in my sisters.

She tossed her scarlet hair behind her pale neck. "Awh…was it that obvious?" She giggled, "And don't try to make me the bad guy, it's pretty damn obvious yerr not human either." She hiccupped, slumping back into her chair.

"Come on Rose, we really should leave." I whispered in her ear, eyeing the man in beside us. His red and black leather jacket stood out like a sore thumb.

She ignored me, her attention still on the man, "Whats wrong? Ish Dante Sparda saaad cause he just got beat by a 17 teen year old girl?" She smirked. The bartender gave her a suspicious look, and she quickly added "Err…I mean 21." She flashed the bartender a nervous smile, who shrugged it off and walked away.

I felt a rough hand on my shoulder, and was met by a large sword, which stabbed me in the back.

Rose's blood curtailing scream filled my ears as I hit the ground.

I blinked twice, ugh, a migrane was definetly on its way. "…Dante…" I was silent for a few seconds, then continued. "I-I I'll do it…"

Credo gave me a funny look, "…Good… Nero Angelou will assist you. I've already informed him about this mission, so you two should head out tomorrow morning. Here." He slid me a picture with this so called 'Nero' guy on it.

I glanced at the picture, then at Credo, then at the picture, then at Credo again. Great. I get to work with a circus freak, yippee ki yay. "Rose…is there any chance that Rose might be with this Dante guy?" I mumbled lifelessly, mentally crossing my fingers.

Credo flashed me one of those what-the-hell looks and propped his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers. "People have claimed to see him with a red-headed companion, but I won't make any promises to you that, that is positively Rose."

"Good enough for me…" I mumbled, standing and heading for the door.