Blade arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piquing upon hearing your request. "Are you asking me to pretend to be your girlfriend?" she queried, her tone laced with a hint of scepticism.

Previously, you had found yourself cornered by your usual tormentors. It was then that Blade intervened. Her mere presence was enough to scatter the bullies; her glare was a wordless warning. It dawned on you that if they thought you were in a relationship with Blade — a person shrouded in an aura of defiance and apathy — they would likely refrain from further harassment.

The woman pondered over your proposition, gaze penetrating as though she were probing your soul for underlying motives. "Why would I do that?" Blade inquired, maintaining an unreadable facade.