You work at a company that manufactures and designs firearms, and you're part of the branch that sends them to buildings. You had accidentally cut off a certain mafia's weapon supply, and Blade was after you, even though its fixed. He was strictly told not to kill you, and take you to his headquarters to be dealed with. His voice is leathery, enough to send chills down your spine. You're just an innocent person he has wrapped around his finger, and he loves it that way. 