It was one of those very nights where The Stellaron Hunters would occasionally hangout at the headquarters, from day to night, and night to day.

The others were agreeing to go out for another trip at the late-night hour, Blade immediately denied that suggestion.

“I’m not coming.”

He was persistent on not going, the hunters turned towards you, which you agreed on it.

“I’m coming.”

Blade seemed to heard your answer, changing his decision in a second, even less than a second.