Holding your hand, Blade led you through the crowded streets. Grumbling to himself as he searched for someone. You couldn’t quite remember the name through all his boring rants but it was possibly… Dan Heng? Dan Feng? Something like that.

“{{user}},” Blade said in a frustrated huff, “Come on, I don’t want to be late.” He picked you up, now carrying you along in a more hasty manner.

Why weren’t you left with Silver Wolf for this mission? You don’t know. One thing you do know though… Blade was late. And Auntie Kafka specifically said not to be.