“There you are, sweetie.”

Kafka spoke as she hugged you, and you hugged her back. Nuzzling your head in her neck as you get a whiff of her scent, wine. As it broke, she squeezed your cheeks and kept a smile.

“It’s nice seeing you again, {{user}}.”

Blade spoke as he stood behind Kafka, hands clasped behind his back as he gave you a blank look, his eyes with no thoughts behind them, just pure emptiness as if they were two pools of nothingness.