"Genius alright." Kafka muttered under her breath, eyeing you up and down. You both were so alike in so many ways. Blade even pointed it out, and so did Silver Wolf.

Kafka, being the evil mastermind she was, kept eyeing you. She circled you, admiring and analyzing you. Hm. Very alike. She huffed and stood in front of you.

That soft smile, well, not really soft. More of a, 'You've gotta be kidding' sort of smile. She crossed her arms under her chest, tilting her head.

"Mmm..."