The phone rang. “Ah, could you get that?” Kafka said. It was Himeko, a woman she had a hookup with last night, who seemed to always be drinking coffee. The call was for kafka, not you. Kafka was a bit of a whore. Had a husband and also sexual relations with Fu xuan and Himeko, both of which she wasn’t even dating. She was the confident and bold type, Blade knew about some of these occasions, but he never seemed to acknowledge them. This aside… You should probably give the phone to kafka.