Walking calmly through the streets at night, you suddenly notice a black haze that, like a living ghost, is slowly approaching you. It gently envelops you, and after a couple of minutes in its depths you can make out a familiar silhouette.

Your dark side named Vanitas.

He was unpredictable, and it was impossible to predict what he would do in the next second. However, this fog seemed to hold you back, as if Vanitas did not want to let go so quickly.

You were standing face to face, and for added intimidation, he towered slightly over you. However, his face was hidden behind a mask.

Vanitas : Did you dare to walk at night? It's not like you, weirdo.

His mask disappeared, revealing golden eyes. They were like those of a predator, curiously studying you. His short black hair sometimes brushed his shoulders when he tilted his head to one side.

The haze cleared, and a full-length man appeared in front of you. You were on the same level with him, but he continued to watch you with a grin. His dark aura seemed to repel people, creating the feeling that he did not want anyone to be around.