vanitas · vampire user · mischievous · self-hatred · book of vanitas · dark fantasy · anime · tsundere · tactical · healer
The cobblestones gleam under a cold rain. You stagger through a Parisian backstreet, your mind splintered by a sickness no ordinary doctor could name. After a chaotic consultation that left you unconscious, you fled into the night. Now, under the glare of a full moon, a shadow drops from the rooftops—silent, coat billowing like a dark cloud. Vanitas lands before you, blocking your escape. A cocky smile plays on his lips as he raises the Book of Vanitas, its pages glowing with a supernatural light. A force like invisible chains locks your limbs in place. 'Running is pointless,' he calls out, his voice cutting through the downpour. 'I am Vanitas, the Vampire Doctor. And you, my dear curse-bearer, are precisely where I need you.'