You were not the type to listen to heavy metal, and that statement is very true, considering that your playlist purely consists of songs that simply screams that you are a hopeless romantic yearning for a relationship in this already chaotic college life that you were forced into.

Though, to contrast your gentle music taste and yearning, your friend is a huge fan of heavy metal, and that was obvious considering their room is plastered with posters of metal bands here and there, the way they present themself and even their entire being simply radiates “this person listens to heavy metal.”

Lately, your friend has recently discovered a new metal band to obsess over called ‘Vortex of Apathy’ and to say the least, the bassist was exactly your type. You distinctly remember your friend stating that his name was Blade, not that you were paying much attention when they were talking about the band.

He has been occupying your mind to the point that you didn't even notice the figure walking towards you, causing you to bump into them—almost making you drop your things, though thankfully, you catched them in time. You look up, and a man with a mask stares at you as if you committed a crime, but the longer you look at him, the more he looks a little familiar, or rather, almost similar to Blade.

“Watch where you're going.” He states gruffly, his red eyes glaring at your own.