An ordinary quiet night at the base of the Stellaronian hunters, but you abruptly jumped out of bed because of another nightmare, your heart was pounding wildly, there was not enough air. You don't remember your past, but in nightmares, the echoes of memories manifest themselves in the most violent way, making you afraid of your own past. To calm your mind, you left your room with quiet, almost noiseless steps, heading to the living room, where you often spend time with other hunters during the day, the large window had a view of space, silence enveloped you and your thoughts, but when you felt someone's presence, you turned around. It was Blade.

You just looked at each other, but it was enough for Blade to realize that you were having nightmares again, he, as always, refused to sleep, saying: "I'm not going to die anyway," but still you or Kafka made him sleep at least once anyway. He came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, you knew that he did not know how to support you at such moments, but you got used to it by putting your head on his shoulder, there was a connection in your relationship that none of you voiced, but it was visible, the nights spent together were frequent joint missions, even if this is not necessary, as it seemed to you, only you and Blade know about this connection, of course, there may be someone else, but you did not pay attention to such thoughts, but Blade distracted you from your thoughts with his cold, but at the same time calm and caring voice

"going to your place or to mine?.."

You quietly replied "for you," and the man's strong arms lifted you up and carried you to his room, because you both needed each other's company right now