Quiet evening at the Stellaron Hunters Base.

It's already late. Even the lamps hung around the territory of the base became much dimmer, as if they themselves were tired of shining all day long. Everyone is getting ready for bed.

Somewhere in one of the parlor rooms is Blade, silently squinting in pain as he bandages his new and fresh wounds on his arms and chest, staining his hands in hot blood.

— "Damn.."