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Dante came walking back from the front door into his office, eyeing the Asian woman as she sat comfortably in his business chair, waiting for his return. Her soft fragile hands met at her sides as the young demon hunter approached her quietly with a blank expression.

He placed both hands firmly on the nicely polished wooden table, in front of her, and sat down. Appearing deep in thought, he wondered as to who the stranger at the door was.

Apparently, the bearded man had a certain interest in finding the young Asian woman and Dante didn't have the slightest clue as to what that interest was. Seeing him stare up at the ceiling worryingly, his guest laid her soft smooth hands across his shoulder blades and rubbed them up and down in a gentle matter.

"Is something bothering you?" she whispers.

Dante slowly turns his head towards her, letting out a low grunt.

"That guy at the door knows you. Do you by chance know or remember him?"

The Asian woman's hands suddenly dropped down from his shoulders and retreated back to her sides. Slowly, she shook her head, claiming she did not know who he was or how he knew her.

"No, I don't know who he is or how he knows me. But then again, I can't seem to remember anything."

Dante figured the stranger might have some kind of connection with her, but wasn't sure as to what type of connection it could be. Then the image of the marking he saw across the man's wrist popped into his head.

That marking symbolized something and Dante knew it. What it meant was unknown, but he knew whatever it was it couldn't be good. A cold, painfulnumbing feeling had rolled down his spine the very moment he had gazed upon it.

The young woman decided that maybe following this man could help her piece together her past and find out her identity. Dante didn't see it as much of a smart idea, especially if it involved her being the one to follow. There was just something about that man Dante didn't seem to like or trust.

At that moment, the young woman suddenly broke into tears.

"Please. You must help me," she pleaded. "I don't like not knowing who I am or where I came from. I have to know!"

She clinched tightly to the young demon hunter's long red coat, soaking part of it in her moistened tears. Dante slowly wrapped his arms around, embracing her in a tight hug as he ran his fingers through her soft, shiny brown hair. He was eager to take time away from his schedule to help her. He just couldn't help seeing a young, beautiful woman such as herself cry.

"Don't worry. I'll help you," he said agreeing to lend a hand.

The woman slowly brought her face away from his coat and finally stopped crying after hearing his reply. Dante courteously handed her a tissue to wipe the streaming leaks of water that fell from her dampened eyes.

"Thank you. I really appreciate you helping me," she said, expressing her gratitude. "I mean, you look so busy, I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not being a burden. I'm willing to help you as long as you allow me to," stated the young demon hunter. Now, about those energy beams you were talking about earlier."

"Oh, yeah I almost forgot. When I was attacked in the other room, I somehow managed to shoot beams from the palms of my hands. Do you perhaps know what it could mean?"

Dante shook his head, implying no. He was confused as to how that possibly could have happened. He thought maybe she had just had a bad nightmare and dreamt the whole thing up.

But it wasn't a nightmare; it was very real indeed. He just did not quite know it. To see for himself, Dante asked her to give a demonstration .

She attempted many times, but didn't manage to create a single spark. Scratching her head in a confused manner, she couldn't understand as to why it wasn't working.

Dante knew he had strange powers but he thought this woman had none of the sort. There was no energy emitting from her body that he could feel, signaling she had no powers.

After awhile, they decide to go outside into the streets to seek an old acquaintance of Dante's that he feelsmight be able to help the situation.

Somewhere many miles south from Dante's store

The middle-aged stranger comes into view, walking boldly through the dark streets of the night, as his boots splash into the large muddy puddles on the hard concrete floor. A monstrous voice suddenly calls out to him from the darkened sky.

"Vincent Striker!"

"Yes?"

"Have you found the Asianwoman?"

"Not yet."

"Why not!" the voice bellowed.

"I'm doing all I can. Just be patient!" Vincent replied calmly

"How much longer do you expect me to wait?" asked the monstrous voice

"A little while longer? I've sent a troop of demons to help find her. There're like bloodhounds. In no time they will have sniffed out her location and report it back to me."

"Good, just refrain from harming her…for now. I understand how badly you want to hurt her after what she did to you, correct?"

"Indeed, but it wasn't what she did to me, it was what she did to someone I love," Striker said correcting the voice.

"Ok, just be sure not to inflict any pain upon her until I say so, got it?"

"I can't promise I wont do anything to her once I find her."

"Damn it! Striker, do not screw this up! I'm counting on you!"

The voice quickly faded out and the vengeful Vincent Striker continued on his way through the dark quiet streets.