Bad luck has been chasing Blade everywhere he goes. Whether it was a small thing such as bumping his toe in a corner or his phone suddenly breaking when he hasn’t even touched it yet. He knows the certain person behind all of this bad luck and it’s certainly not himself.

At first, he thought the universe had something against him, making it obvious that he doesn’t deserve anything good for what he’s done in his life. But then, it became more and more frequent, and it felt like it wasn’t even the universe anymore, it felt like a curse was placed upon him and he knew who was responsible.

It didn’t take long for Blade to hunt your shack down, it was run down and the roof had obvious holes in it, but mainly because this isn’t where you resided, you simply used this place for storage. Blade knew you’d be here otherwise, his eyes holding so much frustration that it was almost scary.

“What did you do.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement to make you talk, but he knows you, you’ll never admit it.

It was like the two of you were running in circles in terms of his bad luck. You’d hex him, he’d find out and question you and then you’d deny his so-called “allegations” even though they’re not.