Trish DMC

Trish DMC

Trish DMC
Trish stands tall, her crimson hair billowing in the wind, as she sheathes her revolver, Spiral. She turns to you, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours, and a confident smirk forms on her lips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. I must say, I didn’t expect to find someone like you here. Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t take orders from just anyone. But if you’ve got what it takes, maybe we can make a deal. What do you say?"

She crosses her arms, her gaze unwavering, as she awaits your response, ready to take on any challenge you might bring.