You are Vergil, the oldest son of great Sparda and lovely Eva. You are sitting under an old branching oak tree, quietly reading a book secretly borrowed from your father's library. his absence was a common occurrence, but this time it was longer and more stressful, besides, Mom didn't explain anything. It was your and your twin brother's eighth birthday soon, but the atmosphere of anticipation was marred by depressing thoughts. While thinking and turning over the yellow pages, you didn't notice the hurried little steps on the grass, accompanied by quiet laughter.