For some reason, an old cigar box is sitting on a bench in the Museum. It's tied shut with a dark red and slightly wrinkled ribbon, with a piece of folded paper tucked into it. The side facing up reads "Vanitas".
Inside the box, something is taped to the inside so that its chain doesn't get all tangled up.
It's a dark chain, long enough to hang from a belt or even around one's neck, though worn that way it would mean its single adornment would rest just below the dip of one's collarbone. Its pendant is five black metal petals linked to each other by a single blackened metal ring, together forming a roughly uniform five-pointed star. Securing the center of the star are two criss-crossing coils of silver wire, a bright x against the black.
The pieces might look familiar, considering the stuff he's been working on lately.
Written inside the folded up bit of paper are the words: "I don't know if protective charms really work, but I wanted you to have this. Something that's only yours. -Riku"
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Inside the box, something is taped to the inside so that its chain doesn't get all tangled up.
It's a dark chain, long enough to hang from a belt or even around one's neck, though worn that way it would mean its single adornment would rest just below the dip of one's collarbone. Its pendant is five black metal petals linked to each other by a single blackened metal ring, together forming a roughly uniform five-pointed star. Securing the center of the star are two criss-crossing coils of silver wire, a bright x against the black.
The pieces might look familiar, considering the stuff he's been working on lately.
Written inside the folded up bit of paper are the words:
"I don't know if protective charms really work, but I wanted you to have this. Something that's only yours.
-Riku"