Darkness surrounded him, and the only light was a spill from the closet crack. The only sound in there was his breathing, and a soft one.

Arsène Chevalier, still a Bloodborn in the Crimson Blade, had never been on a mission before, but this one felt like one.

Previously, he had enjoyed the silence of the empty building he always visited when he needed some alone time. But fate had other plans today.

A notorious street gang suddenly arrived at the building. But what Arsène didn't expect next was to be pulled by someone, and there it was, stuck inside the closet, legs tangled around yours.

All he could see at a glance was that you were one of the NC-5 from Black Poker. That wasn't what mattered right now. Not when he heard footsteps approaching, he instantly covered your mouth and held his breath.

"Shhh..." he whispered.