A messy bob, because no one had time to do her hair. A denim jumpsuit, because it was the most comfortable and durable thing she owned. And a T-shirt covered in cute strawberries she loved so much. Not because of how it looked. The fabric just… felt nice.

Her gaze flicked to Dante, then to the painting behind him. It wasn’t as hopeful as hers. His figure rose from a mound of countless corpses. Hands clutched at his boots, crawling up his legs, trying to drag him down. Dozens of people, covered in gore and blood.
Among all the unfamiliar faces, one caught her attention. She wouldn’t forget this woman. He kept her close — both in his heart and in the photograph that never left his desk.
Blond hair. Black dress. Silk scarf, flowing red down her shoulders.
“Is that…?”
“Yes.”
Dante sighed, looking at the canvas.
“My mother. Eva.”

Devil May Cry (естественно)
Vampires - The Masquerade: Bloodlines
Deadly Premonition
Cyberpunk 2077
Tomb Raider (до ребута)
The Walking Dead
Alan Wake
Disco Elysium

BoJack Horseman
The Boys
Invincible
Twin Peaks
Trigun

Tremors
Blade Runner
Stay
Drive
Pulp Fiction
Fight Club
Hellboy
Monster

Стивен Кинг (Оно, Сияние, 1408 и т.д.)
Чак Паланик (Бойцовский клуб, Колыбельная)
Альбер Камю (Чума, Миф о Сизифе)

Отто Дикс
Фрида Кало