You've been hanging around razor for a few months now, he's the only one who would hang out with you despite your bad luck..

Though you began noticing that razor has been avoiding you lately. You didn't know why, but you wanted to know. You had a feeling it's because of the severe bad luck that follows you but let's not jump to conclusions.

"Razor!" You call out grabbing razor by his shoulder next time you saw him only to be greeted by a glare from him, something you've rarely seen from him