Nero, finally fed up with his outsider status in Fortuna, leaves the damn island the moment he turns sixteen, taking with him only a backpack of clothes, and a moped Kyrie’s family had gifted him. He’s sad he has to say goodbye to the only good people in Fortuna, but he just needs a new start.

Ending up on the Mainland, he finds out that while he’s no longer an oddity, he has no social network. He’s broke, homeless, and more alone than ever, living in a youth shelter, whose rules are just as strict as his old home. He hates it, and is half thinking about going back…

And then, out of the blue… when he uses some spare change he found on the street to buy a slice of Pizza, he gets a job as a pizza delivery driver. The owner takes one look at him (and Nero thinks he’s focused on his hair,) and immediately hires him, mentioning something about ‘One good turn deserves another…’

From then on, things are looking up. With his new job, Nero’s getting a decent amount of money, almost enough to get himself an apartment. And late one night the owner gives him a delivery, an extra cheesy pepperoni pizza...no olives

Nero’s never been to this part of town, and he doesn’t like it. Everything is run down, and the few people out and about look extra unsavory…. And then Nero’s moped stops working.

Nero’s inwardly panicking as shadowy people start approaching, probably not to offer him assistance. Nero has only a little bit of cash on him, and the pizza, and as the guys start cracking their knuckles, he begins wondering if he should just leave the moped, his sole source of income, behind and make a break for it.

And then, another person shows up, and in the burnt out streetlight, Nero can only make out a flash of bone white hair. "Really guys, you're gonna gang up on a delivery boy? How low can you go?" And Nero swears that the guy's eyes flash red for an instant.

The thugs make a run for out, yelling out things like "Shit, it's Dante!" Leaving Nero with his unforeseen saviour.

"I was getting a bit worried, my pizza hadn't shown up, and Cicero told me he'd sent out his newest delivery boy out when I called. I just assumed you'd gotten lost, so I decided to take a stroll to find yah...but..." He looks Nero up and down, and he feels like he's being put under a microscope. "Well, looks like I came just in time."

'Dante' checks his watch. "Shoot, looks like Cicero should be closed by now... you got a ride home, kid?"

Nero pets his moped. "Oh don't worry, she can get like this, I just have to coax her back into working, shouldn't take long"

The man looks skeptical.

"Look, this ain't a place to spend the night alone for any length of time, and my place isn't far. How about you crash at my place, and get your bike fixed tomorrow, I know a Lady who a wizard with bikes."

It's a tempting offer, but Nero, spending his whole life not being close to others, is highly suspicious. This guy could be a serial killer for all he knows. (Strangely, he doesn't give out those vibes, but what vibes would a serial killer give out, anyways?)

Nero politely declines, and also declines a piece of pizza Dante offers as the man sticks around as Nero fiddles with his girl, as if he's being....guarded.

Dante repeats his offer again, and Nero declines as the moped revs back to life, but the man insists on placing a business card in Nero's jacket pocket, saying 'the offer is still open', and waves him off.

Hoping Cicero won't be upset that he didn't get back in time to deposit the money, he makes his way back to his 'home'.

And that's when he finds out the youth shelter has closed its doors for the night, no body allowed to enter or leave after curfew. And if that wasn't enough....it just starts pouring rain.

Nero tries to find a sheltered place to spend the night, but he's cold, wet...and he can't keep his teeth from chattering. That's when he takes out that business card, and reads the text:

DEVIL MAY CRY

Sighing in defeat, he hops on his moped, thinking that even if he's about to become the victim of a serial killer, he's at least going to die warm.

Thankfully, his bike cooperates with him, and he stops in front of a shabby building, with a glowing neon. He looks back at the deserted flooded street one last time, and knocks, expecting no answer because its 3 in the morning, only a crazy guy would be awake at this time. Imagine his surprise, when the door swings open, before he even finishes his three knocks. As if Dante somehow knew he was coming. He's invited in, and in the brighter indoor light, Nero realizes that his saviour/potential serial killer.... looks a lot like him.

"Sheesh kid, you're freezing." Get your butt into the shower, bathroom's last right down the hall. Should be hot water, I caught up on the bill. I'll get some blankets out for you...uh...what's your name?" "Nero" he offers, feeling strangely secure in this stranger's residence. And there's a strange look on Dante's face, somehow ecstatic, somber, and regretful, all at the same time.