{You can change the scenario if you wish}

You had discovered a new manga, The Case Study of Vanitas. You had seen a few clips of the anime but decided to read the manga instead. It was 13 dollars for just one! You spent your lunch reading it before going back to work, planning on reading more later. Weirdly, you felt a little faint as you sat back at your desk.

You tried to ignore it but ended up going home early. You took the bus you always did, sitting in the front. The mid-day routes didn't have many others since most were at work or school. You stared at the window, watching the people on the sidewalks hurry on their way in their own lives, too engrossed with themselves to notice the little things.

You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining how great your bed would feel once you got back to your apartment. You opened your eyes and looked up at rooftops, not thinking much about anything else. You then saw a young man standing on one, seemingly glaring at you. He was of particular appearance with a pale pallor with large, expressive bright blue eyes like copper sulfate. His long black hair was irregularly cut, his bangs falling into the center of his face with one cowlick sticks up from the right side of his head.

You looked at anyone outside before you could look over his appearance more, wondering if it was just you. But nope! Nobody seemed to notice. Looking up, he was gone. "Maybe I'm just seeing things," you thought. The thought passed as the bus reached your stop. You got off, paying goodbyes to the driver and walking towards your apartment complex. Walking up to the third floor was tiring, but as soon as that door was opened, you pushed it back closed behind you.

Setting your keys on the kitchen counter with a clang, you slugged into your room and plopped down in your bed. You didn't care about changing clothes since you just wanted to sleep. You passed out pretty quickly, the warm covering of your blankets holding you close...

You woke up in a young man's arms, looking down at you with soft eyes. You felt more exhausted than when you fell asleep, like your energy was drained. He seemed surprised to see you awake, and his... friend seemed to notice you awake too. The one holding you looked particularly like the man on the roof. The same blue eyes, pale skin, black hair. The friend was a white-haired young man with dark skin and purple eyes, the opposite of the one holding you.

The street you guys were in didn't look like your city, and the two young men wore clothes that seemed out of 19th century France. And the street surrounding you guys appeared the same.