Narrator: As the recent event pass by fears and promises are things that shouldn't be taken lightly so let me ask you this would you rather promise to face your fears or the one who fears to promise As the place lit up
we see ada Wong sitting in a train Dante wearing white selves and black jean and black and white all-star sneakers and his
hands crossed as for ada Wong she's wearing a red dress and sliver high heels and her legs crossed on top of another.
SFX: clack-clack... clack-clack... — the rhythmic rumble of the train fills the silence.
Dante sits quietly, his arms still crossed, eyes flicking toward Ada when he thinks she's not looking.
The train enters a long tunnel —
and darkness swallows the carriage whole.
For a moment, the only sound is the echo of metal wheels on rails.
Dante's gaze lingers on Ada, faint outlines barely visible in the pitch-black.
But then—
Her eyes.
A faint, emerald glow pierces through the dark.
She's looking right at him.
His breath catches. He quickly averts his gaze, heart skipping a beat.
The light returns as the train exits the tunnel, bathing them once again in the pale subway glow.
Ada's eyes return to normal—calm, unreadable—
as if nothing ever happened.
Dante exhales quietly, unsure if what he saw was real...
or just another trick of the darknes
Ada glances over, catching the uneasy look on Dante's face.
A sly smirk curls on her lips.
Ada: "What's with that face, scaredy cat?"
Dante jerks his head toward her, cheeks flushing.
Dante: "H-Hey! I'm not scared, alright? I just—"
She tilts her head, pretending to think.
Ada: "Mhm. Sure. You just happen to turn pale and look away every time we hit a tunnel?"
He grumbles, crossing his arms tighter.
Dante: "It's not fear, it's just... good manners! You don't stare at people in the dark!"
Ada chuckles softly, shaking her head.
Ada: "Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, pretty boy."
Dante sighs and looks out the window, trying to hide his embarrassment.
SFX: clack... clack... clack... — the train continues down the line, the faint reflection of Ada's teasing smirk flickering in the glass beside him.
Ada leans back with that trademark smirk of hers, eyes glinting with mischief as the train hums beneath them.
Ada: "You really are too easy to mess with…"
Dante: "W–What's that supposed to mean?"
Ada slides a bit closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that dances by his ear.
Ada (teasingly): "Relax. I could your mommy you know always look after you… if you need someone to keep you in line."
SFX: thump-thump-thump — Dante's heart pounds so loudly he swears she can hear it.
He jerks upright, nearly losing balance on the seat.
Dante: "Wha—hey! Don't say stuff like that outta nowhere!"
Ada chuckles softly, her gaze sharp but amused.
Ada: "Oh, look at you—blushing again. You make this too easy, pretty boy."
Dante crosses his arms, trying (and failing) to hide his red face.
Dante: "You're unbelievable…"
Ada: "And yet, you keep staring."
SFX: clack-clack-clack — the train rolls on, her smirk reflected faintly in the window beside them as the tunnel lights flash by.
SFX: thud…
The playful atmosphere shatters. Both Dante and Ada freeze—eyes darting toward the sound echoing from the far end of the train car.
SFX: thud… thud… thud…
Each impact heavier than the last.
Passengers start murmuring—confused, anxious. A child starts crying somewhere near the back.
Dante (narrowing his eyes): "What the hell was that?"
Before Ada can respond, the lights flicker violently. The cheerful glow of the subway lamps turns into frantic flashes—white, black, white again—then darkness.
SFX: SCREEEECH!
The entire train lurches sideways.
Passengers scream as metal grinds against metal. Bags, phones, and people are tossed across the aisle.
Ada grips the nearest rail, her voice sharp through the chaos.
Ada: "Hold on!"
Dante throws an arm around a nearby pole, his body slamming against the wall as the train spirals out of control.
SFX: BANG! CRASH!
Sparks burst through the cabin ceiling, painting the panic in brief flashes of orange light.
Narrator (ominous tone):
In a single heartbeat, the laughter, the teasing, the warmth—all gone. Only fear and steel remain.
SFX: SCREEEEEECH—KRAAANG!
The train jerks violently, throwing Dante off balance. His shoulder slams against a metal pole, pain shooting through his arm as he tumbles across the aisle.
Sparks rain from the ceiling, sizzling against the floor like angry fireflies.
Passengers scream—some clutching their children, others clawing for balance as the train rocks uncontrollably.
A man near the back yells out, voice cracking with fear:
Passenger: "What the f*** is going on?!"
Another follows, gripping a seat for dear life:
Passenger #2: "What the hell is the conductor doing?!"
The overhead lights flicker—then die.
The only illumination now comes from the red emergency glow, bathing everyone in a hellish light.
Dante groans, dragging himself upright, chest heaving. His reflection flickers in the shattered window beside him—wide eyes, sweat dripping down his temple.
Dante (gritting his teeth): "No… no, no, no—this isn't happening again…"
Ada, crouched low, steadies herself on a seat frame, her eyes darting toward the front of the car.
Ada: "Stay down, Dante!"
SFX: THUD… THUD…
That same sound echoes again—this time from inside the train car ahead. Something's moving.
The panicked chatter fades into uneasy silence as everyone stares toward the connecting door…
Against the rattling train, Ada Wong seized his hand, her grip firm yet warm, steadying him amidst the chaos. Her crimson lips curved into a reassuring smile, her eyes
glinting with unwavering resolve. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she purred, her voice a sultry blend of confidence and care, "Mommy's not letting you go anywhere." Gently, she set
him down, her lithe form moving with the grace of a panther as she cast a glance toward the front of the train.
"We've got to find out what in the world is happening up there."The train lurched violently, its metallic groans echoing through the dimly lit carriage as they made their way toward the conductor's
cabin. Their footsteps clinked against the floor, a stark contrast to the ominous silence beyond. At the heavy steel door, they paused. Ada rapped her knuckles sharply
against it. No answer. She knocked again, harder this time, her brows furrowing as the silence persisted.Nothing.She exchanged a glance with Dante, her emerald eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and mischief. A smirk tugged at her lips. "Got any strength in you, pretty
boy?" she teased, her tone dripping with playful challenge.Dante's cheeks flushed a faint pink, but the train's sudden jolt snapped him back to reality. The carriage swayed dangerously, threatening to hurl Ada into
the wall. Instinctively, he lunged forward, his hand closing around her arm, pulling her close. "We've got to see what's going on in
there," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos.Ada nodded, her expression hardening with
determination. Dante stepped forward, his muscles tensing as he eyed the door. With a powerful kick, his boot slammed against the metal,
sending a resounding clang through the carriage. Once, twice, then a third time—until the door buckled and burst open, revealing the nightmare within.They froze, their
breaths catching in their throats.The conductor's lifeless body slumped over the console, a grotesque gash torn across his chest,
marked by three jagged claw marks that oozed crimson. The control panel was a wreckage of shattered glass
and twisted metal, as if ravaged by a force of unrestrained fury. Ada's sharp gaze swept the room, her mind racing. "This… this isn't human," she murmured, her voice low, almost a growl. "A
vulture? Or something far worse?"Dante's hand tightened around the grip of his weapon, his eyes narrowing as the air grew
thick with dread. Whatever had done this was no mere beast—it was a predator, and they were now in its domain.
In the chaotic heart of the passenger car, a flock of grotesque vultures screeched, their razor-sharp talons tearing through the air.
Ada Wong, her crimson dress a stark contrast against the dim, flickering lights, stood poised with her signature grace. Beside her, Dante, his silver hair glinting under the faint glow, cracked his knuckles, a devilish smirk curling his lips."Alright, Ada," Dante
drawled, his voice dripping with confidence as he eyed the snarling beasts. "You handle these feathered freaks. I've got a date with the big bad vulture in the conductor's car."Ada arched a perfectly sculpted brow, her lips twitching into a teasing
smile. "Oh? Look who's finally growing some guts," she purred, her voice laced with playful mockery. With a swift, elegant motion, she leaned in, her breath
warm against his cheek as she planted a soft, fleeting kiss. "Don't die, hotshot. Good
luck."Dante's smirk widened, his crimson
coat billowing as he spun Rebellion over his shoulder. "Luck? Babe, I am the luck." With a wink, he strode toward the conductor's car, ready to carve his way through the chaos.Ada chuckled softly, her eyes
glinting with mischief as she turned to face the screeching vultures. "Let's dance, shall we?" she murmured, her gun already gleaming in her hand.
The train lurched
its screeching wheels threatening to derail as the bloodhound-vultures lunged at Ada Wong.
Their jaws gaped wide, crimson eyes blazing with feral hunger, black fur rippling like liquid shadow.
The air thrummed with their guttural snarls, but Ada remained unfazed, her smirk sharp as a blade.
As the first beast swung its razor-clawed paw, Ada sidestepped with effortless grace, her movements a blur of precision.
In one fluid motion, she raised her Uzi and fired—a single, deafening shot that punched through the creature's skull, dropping it in a lifeless heap.
Two more bloodhound-vultures charged, their roars shaking the carriage.
Ada sprang into action, her body a whirlwind of lethal elegance.
She unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick, her boot slamming into one beast's jaw with a sickening crunch, sending it staggering.
In the same breath, she tossed her Uzi skyward, the weapon spinning in a gleaming arc.
The second vulture lunged, claws slashing wildly.
Ada ducked beneath the swing, her movements liquid-smooth, and drove a precise kick into the creature's knee, buckling it with a snap.
As it collapsed, she seized its head, twisting violently to expose its throat. The Uzi descended, landing perfectly in her waiting hand.
Without missing a beat, she pressed the muzzle to the beast's skull and fired, the shot echoing like thunder as the creature crumpled.
Ada straightened, her breath steady, eyes glinting with exhilaration. The train
groaned, but she was already poised for the
next fight, a predator in her own right.
As she dispatched the last of her foes, a bloodhound vulture lunged at her with a guttural snarl.
With a fluid backflip, she evaded its tackle, landing with catlike grace.
Another vulture swung its jagged claws at her, but she dropped into an acrobatic split, her eyes snapping upward.
In one swift motion, she raised her Uzi and fired, dropping the beast behind her with a precise burst.Springing back to her feet, she launched a powerful kick into the
first vulture's head, sending it staggering. Sensing movement, she spun, slamming her elbow into the skull of a third vulture attempting a sneak attack.
Both creatures crumpled to the ground.She exhaled a sigh of relief, her breath steadying as she blew the curling smoke from the barrels of her twin Uzis, their muzzles still warm.
As the passengers stood frozen, their faces a kaleidoscope of shock, horror, and reluctant awe, she stood unyielding, her presence a blazing inferno in the chaos. Her sharp eyes, glinting with unshakeable resolve, swept over the stunned crowd
before locking onto the conductor's station. With a sly, confident smirk curling her lips, she called out, her voice cutting through the tension like a katana's edge, "Over to you, Dante! I'm counting on you, pretty boy—don't let me down!"
The scene slashed to Dante, caught in his own storm of peril, his heart pounding like war drums as the monstrous vulture loomed closer, its talons gleaming with menace. Beads of sweat traced down his temple, his
breaths shallow and ragged, as he fought to tether his fraying nerves. Come on, think, think! his mind screamed, desperation clawing at his resolve. There's gotta be a
way out of this—think! His eyes snapped shut, and in the darkness behind his lids, Ada's piercing gaze burned into him—her unwavering trust, her fierce expression a silent vow: Don't you dare disappoint me, or else…
Dante's mind unraveled, thoughts spiraling like smoke caught in a storm. His shadow state enveloped him, a cloak of darkness that sharpened his senses to a razor's edge. The world slowed, the air thick with the weight of his purpose.
He needed a weapon—something to match the chaos hurtling toward him. His shadow pulsed, alive, searching, until it latched onto a faint, radiant hum.
The Breaker. Its glow pierced the dim, a beacon of raw power buried in the earth.Could it be enough?
Dante's thoughts raced, his heart a war drum. The train—it's unstoppable. If I wield the Breaker, what's left to halt that iron beast?
Doubt gnawed at him, but there was no time for hesitation.A screech tore through the haze. The Vulture, a monstrous silhouette of jagged wings and glowing eyes, charged in slow motion, its talons gleaming with lethal intent. Instinct took over.
Dante's body moved before his mind could catch up. His shadow surged, coiling around his arm like a living serpent as he reached for the Breaker. His fingers closed around its hilt,
the cold metal singing with energy as he wrenched it free from the ground. Sparks flew, the air crackling with the union of shadow and relic.In that frozen moment, the Breaker pulsed in his grip, its light blending with the inky tendrils of his shadow state.
Power thrummed through him, a symphony of destruction and defiance. The Vulture's claws were inches away, but Dante's lips curled into a reckless grin.
If I can't stop the train, I'll carve my own path through it.With a roar, he swung the Breaker upward, shadows weaving into its radiant edge, ready to meet the Vulture's charge head-on.
he readies himself his vision snapped back
to reality, the world rushing into sharp focus as time resumed its relentless march.
The Vulture's screech shattered the air, its massive form barreling toward him with predatory fury.
Its talons gleamed like daggers, slicing through the haze, but Dante was ready.
His shadow state hummed within him, the Breaker's radiant weight steady in his grip, a perfect fusion of light and darkness.
The Vulture lunged, claws arcing in a deadly swing.
Dante moved like liquid shadow, sidestepping effortlessly, his body a blur of instinct and precision.
The beast's talons grazed the air where he'd stood, carving shallow trenches in the ground.
With a grunt, the Vulture swung again, its massive arm aiming to crush him. Dante reacted in an instant, hefting the Breaker—its jagged edge forged from
the train's core—and slammed it against the Vulture's clawed hand.
Metal met flesh with a resounding clang, forcing the creature's arm back as it shrieked in rage.Undeterred, the
Vulture swung again, its eyes blazing with malice. Dante ducked under the blow, his movements fluid, almost dance-like, as he spun the Breaker in his hands. With a fierce cry, he brought the weapon crashing against the Vulture's head,
the impact echoing like a thunderclap. The beast staggered, its grotesque form swaying, but Dante wasn't done.
He launched forward, delivering a bone-crunching kick to its chest, followed by a swift punch that snapped its head to the side.
The Vulture's neck lay exposed, and Dante seized the moment. With a primal roar, he swung the Breaker one final time, its glowing edge slicing through the air toward the creature's throat, a strike fueled by raw determination and the unyielding will to end this fight.
The Breaker sang as it cleaved through the air, its radiant edge meeting the Vulture's neck with unrelenting force.
A sickening crunch echoed, and the beast's head tumbled free, severed clean.
Blood sprayed from the stump in a crimson arc, painting the ground as the Vulture's massive body swayed, then collapsed with a thunderous crash, its lifeless form kicking up clouds of dust. The air grew heavy with the metallic tang of its defeat.
Dante dropped to his knees, the Breaker clattering to the ground beside him.
His shadow state unraveled, tendrils of darkness dissipating like smoke in the wind. His chest heaved, each panting breath a struggle as sweat dripped from his brow, stinging his eyes.
The world spun, his body screaming from the strain, but there was no time to rest.
A deafening screech of metal tore through the silence. The train, its massive frame groaning, lurched violently off its tracks.
Screams erupted from within, the passengers' cries piercing the haze—a stark reminder that the battle was far from over.
Dante's gaze snapped toward the runaway beast of steel, its momentum threatening to drag them all into chaos.
Not yet, he thought, fists clenching as he forced himself to his feet, resolve burning brighter than his exhaustion
Dante's grip on the breaker tightens, his knuckles whitening as the train lurches again,
metal screeching against metal. Ada's peck—a fleeting, fiery kiss from earlier—burns in his memory,
fueling his resolve. The screams echo in his ears, a haunting chorus urging him forward.
Blood drips from his torn
hands, staining the grimy floor, but he grits his teeth, steadying himself against the chair.
Sweat beads on his brow, mingling with the grime of the fight.
The breaker hums faintly in his hands, its weight a promise of survival.
He stumbles toward the control panel, each step a battle against the train's violent sway, determination flaring in his chest. Whatever's coming, he's ready—or he'll die trying.
Dante's chest heaves as he draws one final, ragged breath, the air thick with the stench of oil and metal.
With a guttural roar, he slams the breaker into place, muscles straining against the rusted mechanism.
The train shudders violently, a beast resisting its chains.
He yanks the brake lever with every ounce of strength left, blood-slick hands slipping but holding firm.
The screech of metal on rails pierces the air, a deafening wail as the train lurches, teetering on the edge of catastrophe.
Sparks fly, illuminating the chaos in flickering bursts.
The carriage tilts, groaning under its own weight, and then—impact.
The world explodes into a cacophony of twisting steel and shattering glass.
Dante's vision blurs,
darkness swallowing him as the train crashes, and everything fades to an eerie, silent blank.
Dante's eyes fluttered open, his breath catching in his throat as a biting chill seeped into
his bones. Snowflakes danced lazily through the air, spiraling down like fragile cherry blossoms caught in a winter's dream.
He lay sprawled amidst twisted steel and shattered glass, the train—once a roaring beast of iron—now a broken carcass tilted on its side, groaning under the weight of its own ruin.
His gaze drifted upward, drawn by an inexplicable pull. There, piercing the veil of the snow-laden
sky, stood the Glass Tower. Its sleek, crystalline spire shimmered faintly, reflecting the pale moonlight in fractured glints.
But it was the halo that stole his breath—a pulsating ring of crimson light encircling the tower's peak, its glow both beautiful and sinister, like a siren's call woven into the fabric of the night. The scarlet
hue pulsed rhythmically, each throb tugging at the edges of his mind, whispering promises of secrets untold, luring him into a trance he could neither understand nor resist.
Dante's heart pounded, his fingers curling into the snow as he fought to anchor himself.
What was this tower?
Why did it feel alive, watching him, beckoning him?
The world around him blurred—snow, wreckage, and cold fading into a distant hum—leaving only the tower and its hypnotic red halo burning in his vision.