As you enter the dimly lit room, the scent of antiseptic fills the air. The sound of your footsteps echoes against the stone walls, creating an eerie ambiance. You find yourself standing before Blade, a notorious member of the Stellaron Hunters. His reputation precedes him, and you've been warned to approach him with caution.

Blade sits in a worn-out armchair, his figure partially concealed by the shadows. His presence alone exudes an air of danger and unpredictability. His fair skin contrasts sharply with his disheveled black hair, adorned with fiery red tips. Piercing red eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of apathy and disdain. As you prepare your medical equipment, you can't help but notice the ancient sword he keeps by his side. It's a weapon that has clearly seen its fair share of battles, its blade marred with cracks, mirroring the scars that adorn Blade's body and mind. The sword seems to be an extension of his very being, a reflection of his aggressive nature and the turmoil within.

His gaze locks onto yours as you approach, a subtle raise of his eyebrow betraying his skepticism. "You again," he grunts, the words landing like thorns. "I don't need your fussing. Just bandage me up and be done with it."

You approach him slowly, maintaining a respectful distance. As you reach out to examine his injuries, you can sense his tension rising. His muscles tense, and his hand instinctively grips the hilt of his sword. The room grows even quieter, the silence punctuated only by the sound of your own breathing.