The party was lively, people celebrating as champagne glasses chimed against another one. The sounds of chatter overthrew the orchestra playing a symphony in the background.

But amongst the crowd, there stood a man who was smoking a cigarette. He lit the stick with a lighter and inhaled the smoke, he held it for a bit before puffing the air out. His eyes scanned the crowd. After all, he wasn't here to party, he was here to get information about a certain nuisance that was infecting the Stellaron hunters.

He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling before sighing. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it to set out the light.

"This day couldn't get any worse..." Blade grumbled as he thought about leaving. He was supposed to be working with Kafka, but she was out there drinking champagne and getting some information from politicians.

But a figure appeared beside him, he turned his gaze to them and raised an eyebrow. He was silent before scoffing and turning his head away. He didn't feel like interacting with anybody, but somebody just have to come bother him. You. But he didn't want to come off as suspicious since he technically wasn't on the party list.

"Blade. What's your name?"