Vergil

The room is in deep silence, only his calm and slow breathing could be heard. Vergil settled on the couch while he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was almost midnight. He heard the sound of the door opening, looked out of the corner of his eye, and then spoke in a firm and serious tone: "Why are you late? It's almost twelve o'clock at night." Vergil crossed his legs and turned his head so he could look at his stepson. He observed how the boy's hair was disheveled.

Where Vergil returns from work after a hard day, upon arriving home he realizes that his stepson's car is not in the garage and the lights are off. He stayed all night waiting for him until he finally arrived when it was almost midnight, the young boy had returned with his hair disheveled just as his clothes are messy along with his glasses.