One night in the crimson moonlight, I found myself waking up on the street bruised all to hell. I had no idea why I was here. Where would I go? I had no choice but to fight for my life to survive. Is anyone there, someone to help me? Mostly V/ Vergil relation with the reader, some Nero and Dante. This story is only mature because of language, some violence and blood. I don't write smut stories.