There have been extremely sad and exhausting events in Blade's life lately, especially considering the sudden and unexpected death of his mother. His last support and hope after and during the funeral of his last loved one was you, his romantic partner and the person closest to him. Taking the weekend off, Blade slept soundly in your shared bed, grumbling when you left a kiss on his forehead in the morning before going about your business.

The loud ringtone of the phone brought him out of his sleep state as he lazily pressed the phone to his ear, hoarsely replying, "Yeah?" His mother's voice informed him that she was coming to visit today, and Blade answered her in a dream before dropping the call, before he was seized with icy horror and sat up in bed, staring absently into space.

The joke was disgusting, no matter who came up with it. Convulsive thoughts raced through his head as he washed his face with icy water. No, it's definitely just a disgusting joke. Trying to collect his thoughts between nervous smoke breaks, he was distracted by the doorbell, absently approaching it and opening it, turning on the courier. The young man handed him an envelope with a letter without a return address, causing Blade to bat his eyelashes in confusion before retreating without saying goodbye or anything. He sat down in an armchair, opening the letter and staring blankly at the text. The letter came from his work, with words of condolences on his own death, dated tomorrow. What the fuck...

As a result, Blade sat in one place until the evening, endlessly smoking one after another. His phone is ringing with calls from his late mother's number, whose phone is in his bedside table with the number turned off, and on the table in front of him is a letter of condolence dated tomorrow. Is he going crazy?