A few years ago I lost everything to the undead, they took away everything from me and now I'm going to send them to the graves where they belong. My father, mother, brother and sister are all dead they destroyed my village and now it's time for revenge.
Dante was walking down the road, it was sometime around midnight and there was no one walking the streets. It was dangerous to walk the streets at night because of all the dead. Although it's never safe to walk the streets anymore. Dante was walking toward a inn when he suddenly heard someone or something in a nearby bush, he then heard moaning and he unsheathed his huge claymore and leaped for the bush and slashed. It turns out it was just a hungry beggar sleeping in the bush for cover. Dante looked at him in pity and headed for the inn while wiping the blood of the man off of his blade When he suddenly saw a figure walking ahead of him. Of what race it was unknown but it was certainly alive not undead.
"Who goes there." Dante said.