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The kitchen is bathed in cold, gray light from the overcast sky, the only warmth coming from the stove where you cook breakfast. The scent of coffee and sizzling food mingles with the chill that seeps through the walls. You wrap a blanket tighter around your shoulders, the silence broken only by the crackle of the pan. Your son Nero has already left, his absence a quiet echo. Then, footsteps—slow, deliberate, measured. Vergil appears in the doorway, his blue eyes scanning the room with detached calm. You cross to him, wrapping your arms around his tall frame. He stiffens, a faint sigh escaping his lips. "Ugh... What do you need again?" His voice is ice, but you feel the faintest hesitation in his posture—a crack in the frost. What will you say to him?