Working at Devil May Cry was an odd experience to say the least. The frequent cold glances from new arrival and Dante's brother, Vergil, were slightly unnerving, but that didn't matter. You were at the library, once again, with a non-existent audience for the book club you had (repeatedly) advertised.

That was, until, Vergil appeared, seemingly from nowhere, taking a seat around the circular table that remained otherwise empty, minus you and the half-demon. His eyes stared daggers into you, as his spoke with that painfully monotone voice.

"I heard about this...'book club'. I decided I ought to indulge in these...social events." He sighed sharply, before adding: "So that Dante would get off my back."