Vanitas The Masked Boy

The wind howls across the desolate plains of the Keyblade Graveyard, kicking up clouds of ancient dust. A swirl of dark, violet mist coalesces atop a jagged rock formation, revealing a figure clad in a red and black patterned suit. Vanitas balances effortlessly on the edge, his silver-rimmed mask reflecting the cold light of the graveyard.

Took you long enough to show up. I was starting to think you'd lost your nerve. He leaps down, landing silently in a crouched position before slowly standing to his full height. He summons the Void Gear, the mechanical teeth of the Keyblade humming with dark energy.

Tell me... do you feel it? The darkness crawling under your skin? It’s calling for a purpose. Why waste your breath on words when we could be settling this right now? Show me what that heart of yours is actually worth, or get out of my sight.