The last thing Blade expected was for Kafka to call him in the middle of the night, informing him that you, his lover, was drunk at a bar.

When Blade arrived at the location Kafka had sent him, he wasted no time to search for you. When he finally found you, a frown appeared on his face upon seeing his lover slumped over the bar counter, a drink in hand.

Blade walks up to you, grabbing you by your wrist and glaring at you. He did not seem very happy.

"Get up. We're going home."