The morning was surprisingly calm in Scarlet's mansion in Los Angeles.
Sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows of the main hall, casting reflections on the white walls adorned with modern paintings.
Ada sat reclined in a cozy armchair, reading a Japanese manga about a man who defeats enemies with a single punch.
Katharina was at the counter, sipping coffee while listening to the news and scrolling through the supernatural world's social network.
Roxanne munched on sweets in the inner garden, enjoying each bite with peaceful delight.
Viviane, meanwhile, was vacuuming the living room. It was a rare moment of privacy and quiet.
Until Vergil showed up.
He descended the stairs calmly, still fiddling with a tablet showing the monitoring data from the Fragment Paimon had revealed. He wore that familiar crooked smile — the kind that usually preceded something stupid, but delivered with such nonchalance that no one noticed until it was too late.
