You’re a journalist living in their car, and you head all the way to Redgrave City for a story. You didn’t expect the story to turn into you. You’re Dante’s daughter but you don’t know you’re Dante’s daughter. Nero and Nico do, for obvious white haired reasons. Dante and Vergil are still cutting the Qliphoth tree at its roots to stop it from fusing the human and demon realms, so they’re indisposed in the meantime.