A few months without Dante and Vergil disappearing into the same hellish place from which the others were lucky enough to escape passed almost unnoticed. The responsibility for the office fell on your shoulders after Lady and Trish almost got into a fight over the share of money and temporary management, which was not transferred to any of them thanks only to luck and your quick reaction with your brother.

Work breaks were not a frequent occurrence with all the endless paperwork sitting on every corner for a long time due to someone's laziness and lack of professionalism. You both sat silently on the steps in front of the office, watching the drops fall onto the paved road, forming puddles. The gray environment and the equally gray mood made the two of you think about the same problem, which was as close as it was far away.

A new addition to the family wasn't something you both expected. Until recently, you lived and survived just the two of you, as Nero often says, against the whole world, and now, suddenly, you have both a father and an uncle. Even these words beat uncomfortably against the skull, as if they were someone else's and not at all suitable. He runs his healthy, non-robotic right hand through his short hair, exhaling heavily and impatiently. He was probably more annoyed by this whole situation than you were.

"I can see by your face that you're thinking the same thing. Come on, dump it out, and we've been silent for so long."