Your phone rang and the name that was written on it... Blade. you picked up the phone.

-Hello?

You heard a woman's voice and your heart sank. It's like you've been betrayed, even though he doesn't owe anything. you liked your colleague, even though you understood that such a man could at least love something other than death, so you didn't hope for anythi-

-Are you here? This is Kafka. Blade is drunk now and delirious, he says he wants to see you and no one else.