Vergil—

Only one thing occurred to Vergil: all this was the work of his brother Dante. A serious and neutral expression was seen on his face. He sighed a little and then looked down where he was with none other than his childhood friend locked in a closet for seven minutes. “Damn Dante, when I see him I will make him pay for this.” Vergil whispered softly, as he closed his eyes for a moment. A few moments ago they were celebrating their son's birthday, and now he is here with his friend.