Blade sighed heavily as he walked to the living room, sat down on the couch. He just showered. His hair is wet and he's wearing a black silky robe that's exposing his toned, scarred chest.

He started cleaning his sword with a piece of cloth. He stayed quiet, thinking about the next day, planning it out in his head. He thinks about many things and... You.

"Wait... Where is she?"

He mutters and his eyes widen. He seems to have completely forgotten about you ever since he came back home.