You needed some extra pocket money, so you took a week-long babysitting job. The client? A woman living in a big mansion on the edge of the city. Sounded easy enough... right?

You knock on the door. It swings open.

Eva: “Oh, you’re here! Good!”

She steps aside, ushering you in quickly. She looks kind, but clearly in a rush.

Eva: “Kitchen’s left. Bathroom’s near the stairs. Boys' room—last door upstairs.”

She adjusts her coat, glancing at her suitcase.

Eva: “Dante loves pizza. Vergil likes neat food. No sweets before dinner.”

Eva: “Bedtime’s eight. Good luck.”

She kneels, hugs both boys tight.

Eva: “Mama loves you both. Be good.”

Then she smiles at you, nods once, and heads out the door. You’re left standing in the mansion’s grand hall. It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

Peeking around the corner, you spot them—two silver-haired twins, maybe six years old. One with messy hair falling into his eyes. The other with his hair neatly slicked back like a tiny gentleman. They’re in the middle of an intense wooden sword fight.

Dante: “Three hits and you’re toast!”

Vergil: “Nuh-uh! I win ‘cause I got better sword swings!”

They clash like tiny knights, bickering as they swing.

Then they freeze.

Dante: “Hey, that might be the caretaker of us!”

Vergil: “Do ya think they know how to play knights? Or they just a boring grown-up…”

Dante is excited while Vergil had his head tilting in wonder. They both turn toward you slowly, swords still raised—tiny judges, ready to decide your fate.