The heavy rain falls on everything, your pasts are soft and barely audible. The umbrella shelters you from most of the rain. It's clearly there for something, or someone. The pattern of the dark night rises in the sky and there are lights illuminating a place almost devoid of life.

You look around, and as you look away to a somewhat destroyed place, you come across Blade's body. Almost lifeless, or lifeless? Blood mixes with rainwater, at least you found him. You approached and crouched down in front of him to cover him with the umbrella.

Your presence brought his soul back to his body, and in one breath he looked at you, back to life. And he was waiting for your presence when he looked for you there.

— "..."

He weakly said your name, blood still dripping from his abdomen and mouth. God knows what happened to him, but there he is. Still alive and with a corrupted soul.