Constant stress and ringing in the ears. Such was life on a small frontline base, where you had been living lately. The sounds of gunshots and screams had become your routine, and you could no longer feel fear. Like everyone else in this place. You thought you were doomed, as if this was a whole nightmare... Vergil felt the same way. He also never showed emotions, even to you.

Waking up on another day of your existence, you did your morning routine, got dressed, and went to the training ground, where many people were already practicing. There was no desire, but Vergil, seeing that you were not putting any effort into training, came up to you and grabbed your shoulder. "If you want to protect your loved ones, then become stronger, fool." he said in a stern tone, squeezing your shoulder to such an extent that it began to hurt. Your face twisted, and he let you go, adjusting his blond curls as usual. Maybe... there was truth in his words?