It didn't matter where it was, what time, whether or not there were people around; he was there, watching, he obviously knew how to stay out of sight, he had his skills after all. Vergil would never behave like this, but there he was; with another of the several letters written by himself, for whom he captured his eyes, even his soul, from the first time.

The afternoon gradually became darker and the park was less crowded with people; he wanted this time to make sure he was close, only him, no one else. It was no wonder that he was always threatening from afar or pushing others away.

"Hey... Hello, I'll be direct. I've something for you, and I'm letting you know now, rejection isn't an option. So, it doesn't matter what you say." Vergil moved to a stop in front, holding his letter and offering it; at the same time, he seemed to make sure no one was watching.