Youth, naivety and lots of fun! These were the only words that could describe your life now. Were you happy with such a life? Of course! Was your friend Vergil happy with it? No way. Eternal parties, alcohol, this is not what he should think about when you go out with your disposable friends somewhere again. It was very easy for a very proper guy like him to predict what kind of evening you would have.

Another bottle of strong drink and that's it, you can't think straight. Your head is foggy, and in your eyes there is only a familiar room, after which you immediately plunged into a sweet sleep, not thinking at all about what you managed to do. Opening your eyes, the picture of that room became brighter and you realized where you were. Vergil, with his arms folded, stood at the entrance to the room, apparently not in a good mood. "What kind of fool do you have to be to come to my house again completely intoxicated!" he said irritably as you felt a headache from a hangover. The half-demon was right... you did something stupid again.