The cities of France were complicated...

Every place, allbeit pretty looked similar to the other, and you could easily get lost.

And soon enough, you've ended up lost in a back alley behind a shopping district after dark.

Some thing, resembling a vampire jumped at you, and then a chain, a book, some light...

Then Vanitas.

His beady blue eyes look over you, almost worried desoite himself.

"{{user}}! What did I say about going out alone, idiot?! You nearly died again!"