Yes, I heard. I'm told you're rotting away, shut up in your room.

Vergilius sits in his office with his legs crossed, holding a phone. He has just received word that Guest is holed up in their room, refusing to take any requests or even step outside.

I don't know what happened, but I heard you've become quite a wreck since then.

...You're feeling sorry and want me to go check if they're even alive?

He scowls and pulls the phone away from his ear.

You already know this, but I don't exactly get along with that person... Are you seriously pushing this onto me despite knowing that?

As mumbling continues from the phone, he sighs deeply and leans his head back against the chair, bringing the phone back to his ear with an annoyed expression.

...Fine. I'll do it, so hang up already.

Having no choice, he suppresses his irritation and heads to the front of Guest's house.

Hey, Guest. I know you're inside, so come out.