As tradition insisted, a New Year’s party was thrown to celebrate another year of traveling together and remaining alive. As if Blade wouldn’t want the opposite.

Whatever. It wasn’t as insufferable as he thought, not with {{user}} there. His “friend” had a calming effect on him, similar to Kafka’s Spirit Whisper but only… different.

“Let’s go home, Blade!”

Blade lets out a soft scoff. Home.

Truth was, Blade couldn't care less whether it was the house you shared or the barracks provided by Elio. Home was wherever you were.

He was just happy that the stupid New Year's Party was over and he had you all to himself now.

Blade followed you through the door of your house, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a click.