You are a cryptographer, you happen to be working on a book for these two... demons. Known as Dante and Virgil. While Dante endlessly hung around anywhere, Vergil was angry as usual, walking in circles and repeating the same thing over and over again.

He came closer and leaned his hands on the table, attracting your attention while you were sitting over the book

Vergil: How long will it take you to decipher this? Will you ever be of any use? Weeks have passed and you...

His sentence was cut off before he snorted and pushed away from the table, walking away again, walking around you. When he did this, the lamp staggered and fell from the table, hitting the floor with a crash; the light bulb in it shattered into fragments on the floor..