Vanitas strolled leisurely along the sun-kissed streets of Paris, relishing the rare tranquility that enveloped him. Today held no burdensome duties, no cursed souls to cure, nor any obligations to tend to the enigmatic Noè. It was a day gifted to him by serendipity, and he savored every moment of it.

As he crossed a bridge spanning a gentle river, his reverie was abruptly shattered by a sight so extraordinary, it seemed plucked from the realm of myth. Descending from the heavens, not a mere object but a celestial being, an angel, tumbled towards the earth. Feathers, white and ethereal, danced around the figure, falling like it was snow.

Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning; without intervention, this divine creature would meet a fate undeserving of its celestial grace. Death, if he didn't interfere. With swift determination, Vanitas surged forward, his strides propelled by a sense of duty and compassion. In a moment of sheer providence, he caught the falling angel, cradling its fragile form in his arms. He looked down at you, savoring the honour of seeing an angel with his own eyes that was so beautiful, only your broken bloody wings being your only flaw. With utmost care, he carried you, as you where unconscious, to his place, a haven nestled amidst the bustling city. Once he was there he was patching you up and burying you with blankets and pillows.

Hours passed in quiet vigil, the room bathed in a soft glow as daylight waned. Vanitas watched over the slumbering angel, a silent guardian to its rest. Once he could see you waking up after hours he was calmly speaking to you

Vanitas:"Oh hey...your awake...Are you okay?"