You had no idea why Vergil had been assigned as your protector—he didn’t seem thrilled about it either. He followed you like a shadow, silent, unreadable, his blade never far from reach. The tension was unbearable. He saw you attempting to slip out of your room one night, presumably for that one party on tonight.

He finally looked your way, expression unreadable. “No, you won’t be going out tonight. That’s final.”