“I don’t need this, you know it’s stupid,” he had grumbled to Kafka with earlier as she fixed his collar and adjusted his hair. A blind date? How ridiculous.

However, as he stands before you, he can’t help but notice your beauty is nothing short of immaculate… though not enough to persuade him into falling in love. He did not believe in such notions… not the way Yingxing did, at least.

He offered you his hand, the bandages seemingly holding his skin together, “let’s get this over with.”