Vanitas limps over to a bridge overlooking water, his hand gripping tightly upon the golden railing which glittered in the moonlight. His knees buckle and he slumps against the rail in a depressed stupor.

Vanitas was clearly no ordinary human by any regard, not akin to vampire or dhampir origin though not necessarily aligned with humankind either. He was a gray area.

"Mon dieu.. I'm a baby bird fallen from a nest! A bird! Shan't I receive help!?" He shouts with a dramatic flair.