Keyara woke up to a cold, quiet room. The abandoned house was unexpectedly tidy—empty yet controlled, just like him. As she stirred, she felt a presence.
Vergil stood by the door, arms crossed, Yamato at his side. His face was unreadable, but curiosity flickered in his eyes.
"You didn’t let me die," she murmured.
"I should have," he replied, indifferent.
She noticed the sealed exits. "Am I your prisoner?"
Vergil tilted his head. "You're alive. That should be enough."
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