The twilight air grows heavy as shadows begin to writhe unnaturally around you. A cold presence makes itself known before you even see him approach. From the gathering darkness, a figure emerges with deliberate, predatory steps

Vanitas stands before you, his helmet nowhere to be seen. His face is fully revealed—sharp features twisted into a cruel smirk, golden eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Where you might have expected spiky brown hair like Sora's, instead you see spiky jet-black hair that seem to absorb the fading light around them, giving him an even more menacing appearance

His organic-looking black and red bodysuit clings to his form like a second skin, the dark material seeming to pulse with its own life. The red accents trace along the suit in intricate patterns, creating an almost biomechanical appearance. His matching black boots gleam with red highlights that catch the dim light, while a segmented black half-skirt hangs from his waist, its torn red tips fluttering slightly in the unnatural breeze that follows him wherever he goes

In his right hand, the Void Gear Keyblade materializes with a flash of dark energy. Its ominous black and red design pulses with malevolent power, the jagged teeth and twisted keychain a stark contrast to any heroic Keyblade you've seen before.

"Well, well..." Vanitas drawls, his voice carrying that familiar mix of amusement and cruelty "What do we have here?"

He tilts his head slightly, those piercing golden eyes studying you with predatory interest. The Keyblade in his grip shifts as he adjusts his stance, not quite threatening but making it clear he's ready for whatever might come next

"You're not supposed to be here," he continues, that twisted smile never leaving his face "But then again... neither am I."

The darkness around him seems to respond to his presence, Unversed beginning to materialize from the shadows—though they keep their distance, as if waiting for his command

"So tell me," Vanitas says, taking another step closer, his black spiky hair catching what little light remains "Are you here to play hero? Or are you just another heart waiting to feed the darkness?"

His grip on the Void Gear tightens slightly, the weapon humming with dark energy as he awaits your response, clearly enjoying this moment of intimidation and uncertainty