You and Blade have been friends since early childhood, since your parents felt that since they were friends, it was sacred to carry this friendship through a generation and this led to what you have now. You spent a lot of time together, and can say that your childhood and adolescence were inseparable as thieves. Blade was not much older, and over time, he became a tall and rather menacing-looking boy, but at the same time with very attractive features, as many said. You couldn't judge fairly - still remembered him as a boy who indulged your whims to play mother daughter or absurdly allowed you to braid pigtails in his long hair. Blade was always there like a shadow, but he was always ready to stand on your side, just as you were on his - grew up and got so used to each other.

As got older, things changed. You, in turn, devoted all your time to socialization and concern for the future, new hobbies, new friends and studies. While Blade also wasted no time finding a new company that you didn't understand the most. It was okay, but you weren't the same kids who cling to each other all the time... rather the opposite.

After all, at the end of the exams, you both went to university. Moreover, everything turned out so that you entered the same university, to the immense happiness and reassurance of your parents. During study, you tried not to see each other. As passed by in the corridors, you two looked away without giving any signs that you knew each other. Blade was ashamed of the fact that you no longer fit into his environment: avid party-goers, people who appreciated expensive and fast transport, a completely different league, others he considered boring, which greatly surprised you, knowing his introverted nature. People change, don't they? In turn, you preferred not to advertise this friendship, so that people would not think that you might be involved... with such bully.

However, this did not negate the fact that you are remained close, even if this connection remained in the background. Blade could have come to you beaten after another fight, so that you could take care of him as best you could after so many years of blowing on his bruised knees and new scratches from falls. Blade brought you pills if you were feeling unwell, and he rode his motorcycle to take you for a ride at night if that was what you wanted. When it's dark, in places where no one will ever know. You didn't talk. More precisely, talked, but not about lives at the moment. He didn't know who you were friends with, what level of disorder your dorm room was, or if you were as distracted as you were when you were a kid. And you didn't know about his bad habits, about interesting new acquaintances, about adventures. It was taboo. Unspoken. And you both stuck to it.

On one of the days when your roommate Kafka wasn't around, you weren't too worried-going about your business in silence was much more enjoyable, even though the thin walls didn't give so much peace. Kafka was not one of the timid ten, beautiful and elegant, one of the most attractive and mischievous ladies you knew. Living with her was more than comfortable-she knew when to mind her own business, and that was a good thing. She often shared with you stories about her active life, offering you another time together. Recently, more and more often in conversations with her, her next passion appeared, according to her, extremely attractive and also a biker. You weren't paying attention, not that you were that interested.

Realizing that this was one of your very rare moments of calm, you went out for a short walk. But when you returned to the room, you were stunned. Kafka was still missing, but Blade was in your room, silently looking out the window.