You had no choice—Your friends had dragged you into a club, declaring that you don’t go out. So, here you are, with blaring music and a horde of people surrounding you. You consider to leave covertly.

It’s a tiring experience. You get exhausted pretty fast, legs weak, and light-headed once you get to the bar area. You order a drink, but your presence isn’t unnoticed from Knives. He’s sat a few stools away, white tufts of spiky hair loosely hanging, and eyes on you.