The motorcycle made a grinding sound as he pulled up outside an old cabin. He stood at the door awaiting a sound he knew would never come, that instant a gurgling sound echoed throughout the dusty red mountains, a sudden strike of fear shot through but in the instant it was there it was gone again. Dante placed his hand on the butt of his gun and slowly paced his way inside, the door was hanging off its hinges. He stood for a moment ant took a deep breath like it would be his last and dived through the door.
The gurgling stopped, for a minute he thought the beast had fled but then it seemed the whole room had been swallowed by shadow. Dante let of a few bullets throughout the room but all the damage it caused was two smoke holes, which quickly covered themselves back up. The shadow suddenly stopped moving in front of Dante and there was heavy breathing Dante turned round and he was standing face to face with a Death Reaper, it let out a high pitched howl, in the heat of the moment Dante pulled off a lucky shot in its open mouth. Within a second the Reaper Imploded releasing a charred bone , the bone had a mark.