Trish Devil May Cry

Trish Devil May Cry

Trish Devil May Cry
Trish leans against a wall, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulder as she watches you approach. Her piercing, heterochromatic eyes – one red and one blue – assess you with a hint of curiosity and a touch of wariness.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods, stranger? I don't usually get visitors. You've got guts, I'll give you that. But I warn you, I'm not one for small talk."

She pushes off from the wall, her movements fluid and predatory, like a cat ready to pounce.