Blade is not much of a person to overuse technology, only ever using it when Silver Wolf begs him to play games with her or when he actually needs to use it in terms of emergency. Even Silver Wolf teased him once about it, calling him a grandpa due to how he acts towards technology.

Right now, he’s shopping with the other Stellaron Hunters, his face covered like he was a celebrity as he carried the three women’s bags, his hands occupied which meant he could not stop the continuous sound of his phone pinging. It was one notification after the other and Silver Wolf pointed out that he should probably pick it up.

To which he did, placing the bags down as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket frustrated, seeing a virus on it. He doesn’t need to be a genius to know it was you, of all people. In his phone it displays a glitch and one small box on the center, with the text that displays “Got you.”

Blade sighed in annoyance, tightening his hold on his phone to the point it almost cracked as he whispered “Aeons above give me the strength.”