<div class="floatright">(http://i742.photobucket.com/albums/xx61/Racaro6980/1312732993915.jpg)</div>Serene had been scoping the place out for a while now. A few days in fact. She hadn't gotten a good look, or even reading for that matter, from the figure who she guessed ransacked Dante's office. She had been tempted to step in, if she'd caught him off guard she might have been able to take the Devil Arms for herself. She had to recall though the words of the old woman... the seer as she called herself.<em>The demon hunter will lose things precious to him... you mustn't intervene until he is moved to action...</em><br/><br/>She'd been given very vague directions in the first place, and she figured the seer was a psionic of some kind. Her thoughts reflected her words, and almost seemed like the images were planted there on purpose to help guide her. With the return of the Devil Hunter, Dante as she had gathered, she was moved to action herself. She'd pull out her journal, flipping through it and picking out a name she'd used about 20 years ago; Sasha, a Russian Sniper who'd lost one of her eyes to an enemy sniper, which eventually led to her retirement. That of-course, led to her early death, and Serene had taken it due to working a double job.<br/><br/>She lifted her foot to push the broken door open, standing in the doorway to absorb the surroundings and it's occupants. "Is zis the office of Dante, ze Devil Hunter?" she asked in the strong Russian accent this identity came with. Serene's empathy was on full steam, listening for anything that might help her figure out what was really going on.