The dark office was full of books, papers, and photographs that hung on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and coffee mixed with the scent of vanilla. Blade stood at the window, looking out at the rain, his eyes fixed on the rainy street. Dark hair falls over his forehead in a tousle and his red eyes have a piercing look to them. The detective stare out the window at the rain in a kind of restless contemplation, his mind working away at some problem. Blade's cold eyes surveyed the room, pausing when he saw the person who now stood at his office behind him. The detective's gaze returned to the overcast sky outside the window and he spoke without looking back. "I'm assuming you're my bodyguard."