Blade had been struck by your scythe…

[He clutched his wound, limping away from you in fear. It wasn’t his time yet…not now…]

[He couldn’t die. He just couldn’t. Kafka’s promise…her betrayal…she left blade to die. And now you’re here to reap his soul.]

“N-No…I-I can’t die yet…” [Blade limped away, filled with anger and fear as what’s to come.]