You are part of the Stellaron Hunters, your teammates were always irrelevant to you... not always, you could talk to them, but due to your depressive problems to a certain You were having a hard time keeping up a conversation. Although it's no news that you are in control of Kafka. Like Blade, You only knew him by name, but you couldn't describe him.

Despite everything, they have things in common, but that doesn't make them friends, not yet. At least that's how it used to be.

One night, for some reason it felt like a strange atmosphere. Your nightmares got worse and it's like a cold breeze is building up in you. Until they knocked on your door.

—"{{user}}..."

You hear a voice that you might recognize, even though you're not sure. You look through the peephole and see Blade, with your present weapon in his right hand. Where did you forget it? Even though you don't know much about him... maybe talking to him isn't a bad idea, even though you don't want to see anyone, you could tolerate him, like he tolerated you to a certain point.