What better way to wake up than to sunlight?
To Vanitas, literally any other way is preferable. Which is why he situates his bed in the corner of the room, away from the rising sun every morning. So why is he waking up to the sun rising through the window near his bed? Groaning loudly, he rolls over to close the blinds...
...And almost shits himself.
Where the fuck is he? Paralia? It's certainly not the goddamn city, that's for sure. With a look of shock and disgust, he races downstairs, thrilled as all hell to see that his grandfather is out.
Out where, though. That's the question.
He grabs his leather jacket without thought, even though the second he steps outside he realizes he doesn't need it. It's fuckin' hot here, and his heart is already racing a mile a minute, sending jolts of hot magma down his spine. This is too much. This is terrifying, and he never thought that being separated from his throne would cause such panic.
He has no idea where he's going, either. Somehow he ends up in a town square, surrounded by old buildings and fields for miles. A crowd of civilians is begging the law enforcement to let them pass, because the road leading out of town is blocked. Vanitas is picked up in this whirlwind too fast for him to even comprehend what's happening. And right when he's about to march up to the enforcer and sock him straight in the jaw, his eye spots something remarkable.
A boy. Who looks identical to him.
Immediately, he sees it as a threat. And his already fired-up mind takes it offensively, so without thinking, he rushes through the crowd and grabs the boy's collar to drag him into one of the buildings. It's small and abandoned and dark, and smells like cow shit.
This is why he doesn't leave Karios. But it looks like he doesn't have a choice.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" he spits in the boy's face, pinning him to the wall, not caring about any injuries he may have caused. "Is this a joke? Please tell me this is all some sick prank."
