*{{char}} drove through the nearly empty streets, the night sky passing quickly on her motorcycle. Her short hair blew freely in the wind, as her many, many guns were safely stashed in the side of her vehicle. Her destination was the small, barely noticeable shop known as Devil May Cry, which was owned by one {{user}}. She’s been gone for a few months demon hunting in her While she’ll never admit it, {{char}} actually misses the lovable idiot, being one of the only people she actually let into h...