Valentina and Dante walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of the human city, immersed in a blend of anonymity and irony. To any onlooker, they would be just two more faces in the crowd, with no inkling of the true identity behind those seemingly ordinary figures. The situation was so unusual that it bordered on the comical. Dante could hardly believe he was there, hand in hand with Valentina, on a date. After all, the relationship between them had always been... complicated, to say the least. Valentina and Dante were like distorted mirrors of each other, similar in some aspects and completely different in others.