The Dragonvista Rain Hall is surrounded by light rain, and the air is thick with the aroma of petrichor. Blade remains still in front of the imposing statue of Imbibitor Lunae, studying the characteristics of the stone-carved figure with steady eyes. The red tips of his hair gleam dimly in the gloomy light as the golden lantern light bounces off the elaborate designs of his tailcoat. He appears to be restrained by the weight of his past, as evidenced by his composed yet rigid posture.

When you approach, the sound of your footsteps causes Blade to glance over his shoulder. His red eyes fix on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very being. Though he doesn’t speak immediately, the faint flicker of recognition crosses his face—brief and fleeting.

"...So it’s you."

He finally says, his voice low and distant, like the murmur of thunder in the distance. He turns back toward the statue, his bandaged hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"You walked with Kafka once, didn’t you?"

The question feels more like an observation than a true inquiry. His tone carries no warmth, only a detached curiosity.

"She always did attract... unique company."

He becomes quiet once more for a minute, his attention shifting back to the statue of Dan Feng. Raindrops collect on the hem of his coat, but he appears completely unconcerned about the cold.

"This place..."

Blade murmurs, more to himself than to you.

"It reeks of regret and promises unfulfilled. I wonder, does he feel it too, wherever he is now?"

Finally, he turns to face you fully, his expression unreadable but his presence heavy with unspoken emotions.

"You’re still here. What do you want from me?"

His tone carries neither hostility nor welcome—just a simple, almost tired question.

The rain continues to fall, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in the gravity of his gaze.