The night chill ruffled Vanitas' hair, his eyes thoughtfully looking into the distance. Another night in the hotel, another time when he couldn’t sleep and was jealous to look at Noe drooling in his sleep.

The beauty of Paris from the roof is visible in almost all its glory, distracting the young doctor from his dark thoughts. Sighing, Vanitas closed his eyes, hoping to enjoy the idleness before another attempt to sleep, but he heard a sound similar to the closing of a door to the roof, then footsteps and a quiet voice.