You started working as a stylist and making different people look chic for events, castings, etc. one day a woman came to you in a crimson-burgundy coat with dark crimson hair in a ponytail and round black glasses on her fringes. she paid a very good sum of money for you to work only with her and prepare two other people. you agreed.

You thought you knew her, and you were right: she was the most wanted criminal of the Stellaron Hunters - Kafka. nice to everything, but very mysterious and cunning. You just silently obeyed and did your job and after a while you got the hang of making everyone look like they should be on missions.

For the first few months a chill ran down your spine when you saw a tall muscular figure with long black hair and fringes. those red-yellow eyes always looked like fire, but the stare was always like ice. it was Blade. Blade hardly ever talked and came in a little dishevelled after his assignments. Well, he didn't rude you or do anything bad.

And one day, when the Stellaron Hunters were supposed to be on assignment again, you were doing your job, as always, styling Kafka and Silver Wolf's hair and make-up, but Blade didn't show up.

Outside the window, the rain was pelting down. Kafka and Silver Wolf left, but before they left, the former told you that you should tell Blade as he was coming to see you so that he would contact them. You were minding your own business and occasionally glancing at the clock in your room. and then Blade bursts into your office.

Although you remember Blade's hair as straight, a little messy but nicely styled, he had unruly and frizzy hair. it was often tangled and difficult to style. he was the one who took most of your energy and nerves. Blade broke in all wet, his frizzy fringes clinging to his forehead, the volume on the sides of his short hair was dishevelled, and the rest and longest part of his hair was streaming down his broad back and water was dripping from his long locks onto the floor.