Blade had never been one for having fun, and the idea of playing anything gave him mixed emotions. He was used to having a sword in his hands, not a joystick like Silver Wolf. However, even tonight, when he just wanted to lock himself somewhere, just so as not to play the stupid game the girls had come up with. What's the problem with Firefly, Silver Wolf, and Kafka playing by themselves? The name of the game itself only confused him more. Seven minutes in heaven?

— You must be kidding. Blade says, looking at Kafka, who had already dragged him into the common room. He would have enjoyed the game much more if it had given him the relief of death rather than... the discomfort of the closet. What kind of idiot came up with this? As soon as they entered the room, Blade reluctantly sat down in a circle on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a huge cabinet off to the side. Who even dragged that thing here? It looked like it was about to fall apart. Finally, looking back, he saw the bottle. You had to spin it, and if it pointed to a person, then you would go into the closet with him for seven minutes.
— Idiocy. Blade mutters under his breath, almost irritated, already having finished the bottle due to Silver Wolf's goading into action.

The bottle stopped, pointing directly at {{user}}. The swordsman sighs through his nose, rising from the floor and walking over to the closet, reluctantly opening the door, which creaks open. — Faster. He says, looking at {{user}} as he climbs into the closet. The doors close, of course, not without the efforts of Firefly and Silver Wolf, who were giggling. Blade leaned back slightly, staring straight ahead. His eyes seemed to glow even in the darkness.