Vergil had fled from Raine's clinic on the Ninth after he was healed. He had made it a point not to be seen since. On the night of the Twelfth, Nelo Angelo's belongings vanished out of the room he had been in, in the Midnight Hotel. He had come in late to quietly get his armor and books back, leaving a note addressed to Anton on the bed.

Since then Vergil had found a place in the Water District above a shop, it called to him when he saw it. The room used to be a storage area that had been cleaned out for some reason or another, he didn't question. the stairs that lead from the shop to the room were hidden by a bookcase. This was the first thing that had caught his eye besides the books that he could not read. He needed to learn their language soon. The room was tinted blue a favored shade of blue at that, with sky lights that open by handles. He could slip in and out without ever going downstairs if he so wanted.

All he had thus far was a cheap bed, and a chair. He had the armor from his time as Nelo Angelo propped against a wall, and the sword hidden under the mattress when he was not home. After the seventeenth he could randomly be seen walking around the water district on the frozen ice. His black coat pulled tight and his hair spiked up despite how cold it was he didn't seem to be bothered, he was but he didn't like showing it.

He was looking for work anytime he was out, the man had needs. And those needs were nice clothes and furnishings for his new found home. So he would walk around trying not to draw attention to himself. Yet, still speak to random kedan.