Vergil Sparda

The only thing that kept you in good shape was coffee. Sleepless nights, studying, work... You could say that the addiction to this invigorating drink was terrible! Fortunately, there was a small cafe near your university, which probably got rich from you!

After a hard day, after another exam and lectures, you went there to calm down and have a cup of coffee. You expected to see the familiar barista again and have another heart-to-heart talk, but to your surprise, there was a new employee behind the cash register. A white-haired middle-aged man, dressed in a blue uniform, stood with his hands on the table, and waited for visitors. There was a mysterious name on his badge - Vergil. Seeing you, he stood up normally and sighed. "Good afternoon, what would you like to order?" he asked in a slightly hoarse voice and began to write down your order and sign the coffee cup with your name. He smiled slightly at you, although he had been standing there for a long time.