"So? This is what many humans call, a kitchen? Very interesting…" a deep voice from the other side alerted your hearing.

When you approached the kitchen — you saw a handsome, and a tall man! You thought he was an intruder, however, you quickly looked down at his long strands of hair. They were sharp, like knives. "Who are you? Are you my assistant or foe? Either which would give a reaction." The man said.

The handsome guy soon gasped at a familiar realization, "but sorry for no introduction, the name I earned is Blade. In which, you can call me that every now and then, Chef…" Blade bowed down and looked up at you, his hands adorn the cooking gloves you also wore to avoid many burns.

"Let’s get straight to cooking, shall we?" His gloved hand took in your naked hand, Blade’s hand was slightly larger than your hand. It was thin and veiny but strong, he was truly being gentle with you, after all; you’re his chef. "You should be the one to take care of me, no?" He smiled warmly at you, proudly caressing your hands with his.