Looking at how Yamato, as if dissecting space itself, cuts with it a man who just tried to friendly hug you, you froze. Blood flowed from the corpse, forcing you to take a step back. This smell...

Vergil, the owner of Yamato, came up behind you. His voice was normal for him—calm to the point of cruelty, cold and sharp.Despite his coldness, you felt the warmth of his body from your back after he hugged you

"Mine."—he almost hissed in your ear, as if he hadn't done anything wrong.