People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"The lace curtains I painstakingly picked out and hung up last time, the Hello Kitty cushions, and the tea set I had on the table—all of them have disappeared!"

"By thief?"

Suren was stunned. Who was so blind as to steal into the Devil Hunter's office?

And you only steal things from girls like them?

But then he thought about it again and instantly understood the whole story.

Things were missing, and all of Patty's belongings had disappeared.

Dante probably couldn't stand it anymore; Patty had decorated his demon agency into a pink, girly bedroom.

Since they were so poor they couldn't afford to eat, they simply packed all these things up and sold them to Enzo, a black market merchant.

This is something Dante would absolutely do.

"Uh, maybe Dante took it for maintenance? You know, he always likes the things you buy."

Suren touched her nose, not daring to tell the truth. Otherwise, given the girl's temper, wouldn't she be the one suffering when Dante wasn't around?

"Come on! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Patty clearly knew Dante's habits well; she yelled angrily on the other end of the phone, "Neither of you is easy to deal with! You're driving me crazy!"

"Surren, come back soon! I need a big meal to soothe my wounded heart!"

"Okay, okay, it's on its way, it's on its way..."

Suren gave a perfunctory reply, and before Patty could launch into another round of nagging, she decisively said, "Hello? I can't hear you, the signal's bad, I'll hang up now, we'll talk when we meet!"

"beep--"

After hanging up the phone, Suren looked at the caller ID light up on the screen again, pressed the mute button expressionlessly, and tossed the phone aside.

Although he was scolded, he did not feel annoyed.

After living in Silent Hill for a few days, even Suren felt uncomfortable in that oppressive atmosphere.

Arguing over these trivial matters has actually made him feel much more relaxed.

"call--"

Suren shifted to a more comfortable position, preparing to take a nap, when she suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in the dark power within her body.

"Alessa? Are you awake?"

Suren asked tentatively in his mind.

"Um……"

A weak voice echoed in his mind, "After leaving Silent Hill, forcibly opening the inner world took more energy than I expected."

"But just now I felt a strange power enter my body, it felt very comfortable."

"Strange power?"

Suren was taken aback. Where did this come from?

He then realized what was happening.

Was it because the energy that overflowed when his bloodline awakened was absorbed by Alessa, who was residing in his body?

As the highest-ranking demon in Hell, Sparta's power was indeed a great tonic for a dark creature like Aresa.

"It's good that you're awake."

Suren didn't dwell on it too much. He watched the streetlights rushing past the car window, the flickering light and shadows sliding across his face.

"Get some rest, Alessa."

"Once we get there, I'll show you around modern cities; they're much more lively than Silent Hill."

……

Night falls in Los Santos.

The damp puddles reflected the city's prosperity, while sirens wailed in the distance.

After saying goodbye to James, Suren walked back to the firm.

A large, purple, skeletal hand extends from his left shoulder, holding two steaming, oversized pizza boxes.

Beside him, Alessa, dressed in a new dress, floated low in the air, curiously observing the GG sign and buildings around her that were flashing with colorful lights.

Suren thought her worn-out clothes were too outdated, so she simply used the remaining payment James had given her to buy her a new outfit.

He's not short of money now.

"Alessa, why don't you get down and walk?"

Suren held a freshly bought strawberry sundae in his hand, scooped up a large spoonful and put it in his mouth. The icy and sweet taste made him feel extremely satisfied.

Every time he returned with Dante, he would savor the experience.

He mumbled, "Although this alley is rather remote and there aren't many people around, it wouldn't be good if someone saw you floating in the air and got scared."

Aresa looked up at the skeletal hand extending from his body, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded:

"oh."

Although she verbally agreed, she stubbornly maintained a height of a few centimeters off the ground, floating.

Just as the two were about to pass through a dark alley, several slovenly figures staggered out of the darkness.

They were carrying baseball bats and switchblades, with malicious smiles on their faces.

"Hey man, what's that delicious treat you're carrying? So late at night..."

But when they saw the giant skeletal hand on Suren's body, which was radiating purple light, their expressions changed, and they all turned and left.

"Fk! Run!!"

"Tsk."

Suren looked impatient and reached out to catch the falling pizza box.

The giant skeletal hand beside him instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters, grabbed several thugs who were trying to escape, lifted them into the air, and slammed them down.

"Ah!! My leg!"

Several screams rang out in succession.

He skillfully took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Feed? It's me, Suren."

"There were no demons, just a few petty thugs they caught, yes, in the alley next to Red Tomb Avenue."

On the other end of the phone was a detective who frequently worked with Dante.

Because of his profession, he was no stranger to the existence of demons, and in fact, he would entrust some cases to the agency.

"Thanks, Suren. I haven't met my targets for this week yet." The other person sounded a little tired. "I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

……

Red Tomb Avenue.

This is an old street located at the intersection of the slums and the commercial district, where Dante's office is also located.

Suren stood in front of the familiar building, looked up at the now-off office sign, and sighed, "There was another power outage."

Pushing open the heavy door, the office was pitch black, with only a few candles flickering weakly, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Sudden.

"Clatter".

A beam of light suddenly shone from below, illuminating a pale little face.

"How dare you hang up on me?!"

Patty held a flashlight to her chin, her expression exaggerated, her tone sullen, "You finally decided to come back? I've been waiting for you all day, you know that?!"

Wow!

Although this little trick didn't scare Suren, he still took a half step back and pretended to pant and patted his chest.

"Miss Patty, people can be scared to death, especially in a haunted house where the power is out."

Patty, with a smug look on her face, snorted and turned off the flashlight.

By the dim light of the candle on the table, Suren could see the dire state of the firm—

Apart from the sofa and desk, all the decorations with any value had disappeared, leaving the house practically bare.

"Has Uncle Dante not returned yet?"

"Surren asked."

"If he dares to come back, I'll rip his whole beard off!"

Patty was about to explode at the thought that all the things she had carefully selected had been sold.

But by the moonlight, she noticed the tattered trench coat on Suren's body and the smell of blood.