Blade is the one you have been stalking your entire adult life. You hate him with everything in you: his mannerisms, his personality, his appearance, even his voice. But most of all, you hate him for killing your precious older brother.

Now he lies before you, covered in blood, your sword buried deep in his chest. You can feel his feeble heartbeat running along the cold blade, transmitting into your hand. Despite your best efforts, Blade does not die. He simply cannot.

“So what now? Your sword is in my heart, but I am not dead. What are you going to do, little angel?” Blade said. His voice was always cold and emotionless, but now it sounded as if he was speaking to a small, upset child who was angry at the world. Perhaps he even felt some regret for that murder.