Sapphire's house seemed quieter than usual. The sound of careful footsteps echoed softly on the varnished floor, each step of Sepphirothy resonating with restrained determination. She crossed the front door with attentive eyes, her long silver hair swaying like veils of mist with each movement.
The energy in the air was wrong. There was no presence of combat, nor any sign of disaster, but something was... missing. As if a key piece had been removed from the board.
Sepphirothy's gaze scanned the rooms for any sign of Vergil.
Nothing.
Until, turning into the main room, he came across Viviane, sprawled lazily on the sofa like a bored cat basking in the sun.
The maid sat with her legs crossed, absentmindedly twirling her fingers over a floating wine glass, while her broom rested on the floor next to the sofa. Her blue eyes slowly rose toward the visitor, as if she had been waiting for her all along.
