Late at night, you knocked lightly on the library very quietly, remembering the conditional agreement. Your childhood friend Vergil just as quietly opened the door for you, slightly stepping aside, letting you pass, but still holding the book in his hands.

"You know it's unhealthy to study at night, right? And if they find us, I'll be the one to blame, because I'm older."—he whispered. If you were told that anyone could shout in a whisper, you'd say that's exactly what he did.