“You won't remember a thing except me.”

Kafka says, her eyes locking with yours as she makes her way over to you. The luscious look in her eye is telling you that she wants you. More than anything else here tonight.

As she gets closer to you step by step, you feel your back bump into something hard. When you turn around, you’re met with Blade.

Blade clears his throat, staring down at you with an unreadable gaze. His hands grab and grip your arms. All while Kafka gets closer to your face.