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Day 17

You patiently and cautiously waited for the Fury to attack you. The wounds you received from it didn't really bother you but, your inability to actually defeat it was starting to really annoy you. The others must have already retired from the mission and you knew you were the only one left in the battlefield.

You were actually used to it, being left alone by others who were physically stronger than you.

Yes, you have admirable skills as a gunslinger but, still, like most of the Devil May Cry clients, you're just a mere human. Well, Lady, the one called the Walking Arsenal, is one, however, she was clearly a lot stronger than you.

And your weakness was starting to catch up on you.

You turned around just in time as the Fury materialized right above you. You pointed your dual guns at it and fired at its face, fatally wounding it and finally bringing it down, killing it instantly.

Your arms dropped to your side as you collapsed on the ground, your chest getting heavier and heavier by the second,...

***

You opened your eyes as memories of that day rapidly flashed through your mind.

The moon had already risen high above the evening sky, and the little lights that adorned the picturesque city of Paris rivalled that of the summer stars.

You realized you were staying in the balcony for who knows how many hours, and it's actually starting to take a toll on your knees.

With a sigh, your dainty fingers left the metal railing as you made your way back inside the little vintage house you were renting during your indefinite stay in the city of love. You slid the glass door open, went inside, and carefully closed it. With what little amber light your lamp ( a gift from Nico ) provided for your small and yet cozy room, you made your way towards the bed, climbed on top of it, and pulled the covers over your tired body. Your hand idly reached for the lamp on the bed side table and turned it off. You desired so much for a long and peaceful slumber with a promise of a brighter and more positive tomorrow.

You pulled your favorite stuffed animal closer to your chest, curled on the side, and closed your eyes. Not a few seconds in and you could already reach a nice dream,...

Tap tap tap,...

Your eyes snapped open at the strange sound you just heard. You stared into the darkness for a while, thinking about what you just heard.

Nope, you simply thought as you closed your eyes once again. It's only my over - active imagination,...

Tap tap tap,...

There it was again! But, this time, the noises were a bit louder. You opened your eyes and turned to look at the glass door, feeling so scared fo what will happen next.

Tap tap tap,...

Came the noises once more, and this time, you were sure: someone, or something, was knocking on the glass door.

You nervously gulped as your hand reached for the spatula near the lamp. You carefully left the bed as you made your way towards the door.

Impossible! Impossible! There's no way in hell -

"(Y/N), it's me."

Came an all too familiar voice on the other side of the door. Your eyes widened as your bare feet automatically made their way towards the source of the sound like lost a little lamb wanting so much to reunite with its shepherd. You parted the heavy cream curtains and slid the door open, and what greeted you outside simply took your breath away.