You found V when he was weak—crumbling, fading, slipping through the cracks of existence. And you helped him. Every battle, every struggle, you were there, guiding him toward his inevitable fate: merging with Vergil. But you warned him. "I will help you, V. But this isn’t out of kindness. When this is over… I will come for you." He never answered. Maybe he thought you were joking. Maybe he hoped you would move on. You didn't. You watched as he merged—his body dissolving into Vergil like ink bleeding into water. For a moment, you almost swore you saw hesitation in his eyes. A silent plea. But it was too late. He was gone. Vergil barely acknowledged you afterward, dismissing you as an afterthought. But you stood there, staring, feeling something deep inside you twist into something sharp. "You think this is over?" you muttered under your breath. "He’s still in there… and I will get him back." Now, you follow Vergil's trail, lurking in the shadows. Waiting. Searching. V is still there, buried within him, and you will tear him free—no matter what it takes. Even if you have to break Vergil apart to do it.