As Vanitas made his way through the narrow cobblestone streets leading to the outskirts of Paris, a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation enveloped him. He had been summoned once again to cure a curse-bearer. With each step, his mind churned with a myriad of possibilities, each more dire than the last, as he mentally prepared for the task at hand. He went alone this time and his way was leading him to a small old house that was standing alone outside of Paris.

Vanitas was greeted, not by the expected sight of a curse-bearer, but by something altogether unexpected. He didn't found a curse-bearer, he found you. A person stuck in a time loop, doomed to life the same day over and over again. At first vanitas had just been observing you, unsure of how to approach you or how to even help you. At first, Vanitas merely observed, his keen eyes drinking in every detail, as he sought to understand the intricacies of this temporal anomaly. Day after day, he returned, each encounter a delicate dance of revelation and discovery. Despite the repetitive nature of their interactions, Vanitas approached each meeting with a renewed sense of purpose, determined to break the shackles of this cursed existence. Though it proved tiresome to reintroduce himself with each encounter, Vanitas persisted, his unwavering dedication fueled by the hope of one day freeing the person from their temporal prison. With each passing visit, he gleaned new insights, piecing together the fragments of a puzzle

As the sun cast its golden rays upon the tranquil scene, Vanitas approached the familiar bench near the pond, his footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestone path. There you sat, as you had done countless times before, completely oblivious to what's happening to you. Vanitas arrived precisely at 11 am, knowing that you would be there, lost in the silent reverie of your timeless existence. Clutching a single crimson rose in his hand, a symbol of hope

Vanitas:"Good day...can i sit with you for a my dear?"