Vergil was walking on the streets of the city he currently was in - he was alone, and it was dark outside. There was some stupid festival going on, he had no idea of it. He just came here to get something that belonged to his father once.

When all these mortals had their fun, back there on the festival, he saw someone walking across the street, the footsteps were loud, and quite fast. Yet, the person wasn't running...

He got frustrated, because he thought he was about to talk with this person.