[On goes the video, showing Vergil in the process of filing mail orders again, like the good mailboyman that he is. He's systematically moving his papers and packages, clearing one area and making organized piles in another, when he notices a rather large stack of unlabeled boxes in the corner of the room.]
...Who placed those there?
[He clicks his tongue, getting up from his desk and moving towards the boxes. All of them are open, save for one, and Vergil sighs, reaching for it to store it away--
--when it suddenly bursts open, exploding into a bunch of
what looks like little soot-creatures.]
.........
[The creatures all file away into the shadows of the dimly-lit room, and Vergil stands there, covered in black ash-like dust, flabbergasted.
And the feed turns off.]