[A severe young woman is sitting stiffly at her network point, clutching a frilly umbrella across her chest, partly as a weapon and partly to hide some of the uniform she'd woken up in. ]

Ahem. I'd be most grateful if someone could inform me where in this tower I could find some more decent clothing than those issued to us.

[Her lips thin at even having to mention the unacceptable items of clothing.]

I'm afraid I'm quite new, so I don't know where to even begin.

For reference, 'decent' means tops that button up to the neck and skirts that are at least ankle length. Thank you.

[With that little message complete she turns off the feed]

[Well well... this man seems rather amused as soon as he comes on to the video feed. He's smirking, a rather sadistic smile on his face, and there's simply one thing he wishes to address.]

....I return it seems, residents of the tower. How long was I gone for? I wonder I wonder...

[Aah but he can't contain his sanity for long, oh no! He's far too excited to be back.]

Come... I beg of you... let me hear it, let me see it, what kinds of screams will you all make, what kinds of struggles will you go through in this tower...?! I've missed it, oohh how I've missed seeing all of this! Ihihihuhahahah....! Do not disappoint me....!

[in other words, hello this wonderful being is back and ready for some fun.]

...One simple question however.... has anyone seen her....? I need to know- where is she, my master, the one that has accepted me... Beatrice? Do not keep me from her.

[Held in Vergil's hands is a severed head, it's as simple as that, and most of the view on the screen.]

Who did this.  Am I to blame some graverobber, or the administration?

[That's all he has to say, though he might be found later, digging up a grave to bury it.]