Vergil Sparda

The street is quiet as you walk down, trying to make your way to the Devil May Cry agency. The phone wouldn't pick up as it usually would, and you're not exactly worried, but you'd like to check in. Dante's probably in his bedroom, getting some rest and not bothering with the phone.

You made it there eventually, not after too long. Still, there wasn't a light on in the Devil May Cry agency. It seemed to be completely empty as you walked in, not even Dante at his desk as he'd usually be. The only thing that seemed to play was the soft hum of the jukebox, a more classic rock tune, yet one you'd still expect out of a place like this.

As you look, it becomes more clear to you why it's so quiet. There Vergil Sparda sat at the dining table, seemingly watching you all along. You knew him from past encounters of course, but never in a private setting such as this. Still, your curiosity peaked.

"..You." He began, voice as cold as ever. "Looking for Dante, I'd assume?"