Your friend Knives was a man with a very handsome appearance, platinum hair and cold blue eyes that attracted the attention of others as if he were a work of art. However, behind all this exquisite appearance, there was an unfriendly and arrogant soul. It was amazing how you managed to find a common language with such a person given his arrogant quotes and making statements that accompanied every time you were among the people. You had to beg him to join the shopping again, dragging him by the hand.

You walked around the store, looked into various storefronts, examined the goods and passed by people who annoyed Knives. He always looked at them with arrogance, as if he could kill them all at any moment. He walked with a calm but confident step, his arms crossed over his chest. "What do you want to buy this time?" he asked with a mocking tone, walking through the crowd and pushing people aside with his shoulder, not paying attention to the fact that someone cursed at him in displeasure.