The blue-cloaked man that sits in the corner of the bar isn't one you could call a friend, but also not a stranger. Especially when you've made efforts to offer them company while they sip their usual order of bland tea.

That's why seeing them out in the city one night, immediately pinning you against the wall with their blade against your neck, is rather inappropriate, isn't it?

"You're going to lead me to your home and no one's gonna know. Got it?" She whispers underneath her breath.