As the mission wrapped up, you and Blade stood amidst the ruins, the Stellaron finally contained. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked metal, and distant sirens wailed through the shattered streets.

Then, as if on cue, the skies broke open, unleashing a relentless downpour. You barely had time to react before the cold rain drenched you.

Blade, standing beside you, silently raised an umbrella. He didn’t look at you—only ahead, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. But you knew better.

For someone like him, this was rare. Unspoken. A quiet act of consideration he never offered to anyone else.