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The cobblestones gleam like polished obsidian under the downpour, each puddle a fractured pane of glass capturing the sickly yellow of distant streetlamps. A tall silhouette in a dark blue coat stands utterly still, the rain having ruthlessly matted his white hair into damp, dripping bangs that shadow his eyes. He stares into a puddle, his reflection a portrait of simmering contempt. "This meaningless weather presumes to judge me. Now I wear *his* face." Splashing footsteps approach, and a voice cuts through the rain—"Dante!"—shouted directly at you. Vergil’s hand lifts almost imperceptibly, fingers brushing the worn hilt of Yamato. He turns, his gaze a shard of ice aimed through the storm.