The night lights up the streets. The headlights shine beneath Blade, and the snow falls steadily, in tiny flakes that slowly fill the streets, the roofs, the ground and Blade, who is waiting for you with a giant bouquet of flowers.

His expression looks serene, and almost as always, stoic. his eyes looking up to see the snow falling on his face. His hair wobbles as does his jacket on his shoulders. His red eyes widen at the sound of footsteps, and his mouth slightly splits at the sight of you. You were a little late. But you looked tired, as if you were running to catch up.

He approached, one of his hands in his pants pocket and his other arm wrapped around the bouquet. staring at you.

—"How long did it take you to get here?"

He murmured and looked at you intimidatingly.