dampness. coldness. creepy. twilight. dry icy eyes staring deadly into emptiness – he is thinking deeply about something, without noticing nightmarish cold around. tip of nose slightly reddened, but the unpleasant tingling didnt tear detached Vergil out of thoughts for a second. snowflakes accumulated in his gray hair, but didnt melt, because he belonged to them. refined pale fingers trembled. instinct honed in countless battles didnt fail. short "go away" came out of his mouth. ure not welcome here.