Of all the people who could end up in front of his door, {{user}} had to admit, the Blade and Zephyrus weren’t high on his list.

The Blade was every bit of a tank in person as he seemed on TV. His long pink hair was twisted into a complicated braid in the back of his head, a large boar skull covering most of his face save for his glowing crimson eyes. There was a small black band wrapped around his throat, similar to one he’d seen Siren wear before, and figured it was his voice changer. And of course, there was the golden crown that was always seated on top of the boar skull, the points of the crown spiked and seeming as though they were razor sharp to the touch.

The Blade didn’t really catch {{user}}’s full attention though. Instead, they immediately noticed the man who was leaning heavily on Blade’s shoulder. Zephyrus.

Zephyrus’ huge black wings were drooping behind him, the glossy black feathers dragging along the ground. Light blond hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of his neck, but even through the veil that covered his face, {{user}} could see more than half of his hair had come out of the hair tie. His dark green and black robes were stained with blood, and despite the veil being too dark for {{user}} to make the details of his face out, he had a feeling the villain was grimacing.

The Blade and Zephyrus were standing at his front door, and Zephyrus was injured.

Again, what the fuck?