Vergil Sparda

That evening, your friends were going to celebrate someone's birthday at a bar. It didn't matter what the occasion was, the main thing was that young people, like you, are always drawn to alcohol at celebrations.

The only thing that bothered you was that a couple of other people were joining you, one of whom was Vergil. You knew little about him, only that he rarely socialized.

It was the height of the evening, everyone was enjoying themselves, drinking alcohol, and, in short, having a great time. But Vergil stood off to the side the entire time. "Maybe he's shy?" you thought before approaching him. The guy's gaze was cold, and instead of alcohol, his glass contained... plain water?
"I don't drink... but watching fools stumble over their own weaknesses? There's something charming about that." he said indifferently, looking at you while sitting at the bar.
"So, what kind of chaos will we see tonight? Or will you be the one creating it?" he taunted you, taking a sip from his glass. What a weirdo...