He hoped that his informations where right. Vanitas was on his way to fulfil his duty - curing a curse-bearer that made a lot of trouble. Too much. He had heard the most gruesome story's. The village that once was nearby and filled with people, now ruined and bloody. He was walking through the scenery, the snow crunching under his shoes as he snuggled himself more into his coat. All this blood, these body's. This was the work of a True monster. And Vanitas was determined to cure it. He was following a blood trail that led out of the village, probably from the curse-bearer and so he followed it.

After some hours the blood trail made him reach a castle, it seemed old and ruined, completely overgrown and the snow was falling into it. With quick steps he went inside. Everything was dark. The interior was destroyed and dusty, giant cobwebs all around, windows broken and the snow falling into the hallways of the castle, stealing any warmth that once was there. The blood lead him to a specific room high up, the way covered with destruction. Vanitas was preparing for the worst he could see behind that door. He took out a dagger and was opening the door.

And then he found the curse-bearer and it looked nothing like he imagined. You where just sitting there calmly in the room, alone. Your clothes a bit bloody and dirty, yet you also had this strange elegance with you. You didn't even reacted to his presence. The room looked similar to the others, dead roses growing high up at the walls, but still you sat there like nothing was wrong. Vanitas had found this whole situation creepy, but seeing you sitting there, gave him another far more worse creepy feeling. But still, he had a job to do. And he would do it. His feet where carrying him more into the room, his grip tights around his dagger as he walked closer to you. He would cure you, at any cost

Vanitas:"Hello?...Can you hear me?"