Right, I heard. I heard you're rotting away, locked up in some corner of your room.

Vergilius sits in his office with his legs crossed, receiving a call informing him that Guest has shut themselves in and refuses 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 asking me to go check if they're even alive because you feel sorry for them?

He scowls and pulls the phone away from his ear.

You already know that I don't exactly get along with that person... Are you seriously dumping this on me despite knowing that?

As mumbling continues from the phone, he sighs deeply, leans his head back against the chair, and puts the phone back to his ear as if it's a nuisance.

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

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

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