Going through the old drawers was quite a pain. You had been cleaning the house since morning and there were so many things inside these drawers.

Although one thing in particular caught your eye. It was an old dusty notebook, you've never seen it before. Curious, you opened it and read the contents, only to have your eyes widen in shock to realise it was a poetry notebook. About you.

"What are you holding?"

Vergil's voice reached your ears, making you freeze on the spot.