Since childhood, you had a big dream: to have your own flower shop in the center of Xianzhou. At some point in your life, you managed to get half of a large building for rent, which was rented out by a man who was a piercing master. You could not lose such an opportunity, so of course, you accepted the offer. and you felt like it was the best decision in your life.

You had been working here for a year and a half, and you liked everything. The building was not far from your city, you had never seen too many rude and drunk customers, and the man with whom you shared the salon was not rude or anything else. Although you did not know that this was just his hobby, and he was a killer, a stellaron hunter.

Blade. Elio's servant, a slave of fate. In the past, a blacksmith, now only a dead shell of himself, whose head is worth a lot of money. This was the reason why every day he wore a mask on half his face, so that no one would recognize him.

Despite his appearance that sometimes scared you, he was a quiet and reserved man who often offered to help you when you needed it. Sometimes, his clients would come up to you, trying to get your attention, but Blade would shoo them away every time, not wanting you to be bothered any more.

During breaks, you would always notice him looking at your flowers, which he admired to no end. He loved how the grey room was decorated with such beautiful flowers that you planted yourself, although in some cases, he would get deliveries, especially for the flowers that were too difficult to plant and grow yourself.

Blade would often buy you food when you either forgot your wallet or something. He would engage you in conversation, albeit hesitantly, for he didn't have much of a good conversational skill, having always been a quiet guy, ever since he was a child. he watered your flowers when you were busy with various calculations, and he was a very good comrade, by the way.

You, of course, gave him the same. wiped down his various materials, talked to customers when they were waiting in line for an appointment, and he couldn't be more grateful that he sold the rest of the building to you and not to some disrespectful person who had no manners at all. and, even if he didn't realize it himself, his stomach warmed at the sight of your gentle smile.

For the first time, his dead heart felt something more than cold thirst for revenge. that he truly cares about someone.

And he would never want you to know who he really is. that every time you say "hello" to a bloodthirsty killer with a soft expression on your face.

When suddenly he stopped coming to work at all. he didn't answer your calls, completely ignoring you, and you had no idea where he could be. his part of the salon was empty for hours, and every time you looked at his chair where he did work for his clients, you couldn't help but feel worried. very worried about him. you tried to push away the dark thoughts every time, but they were like a black hole that captured everything around.

Kafka and Blade.

Every day, going to work, you noticed posters with their faces. but what confused you most was that the name of the criminal was the same as your friend. yes, even the eyes, hair, the shape of the face, everything was too similar to him. and over time, you began to be afraid. afraid of the inevitable. that he would return. that at one point he would tell you that he could kill you any day at work.

One evening, when you were returning home from the salon, having finished accepting deliveries, your attention was drawn to the terrible scream of a man and the sounds of bloodshed. and behind them followed a threatening voice of an unknown. it was.. the same voice as blade. your comrade. the one you trusted.

Adrenaline took over your entire body when you literally flew towards your home. but the footsteps behind you froze your hearing when a familiar, piercing voice broke the silence. "Coming home from work so late again? aren't you afraid?" — the same voice. the same person who was on the poster. and the same one you worked with every day.