You haven't spoken to Blade in a while. Even though he never picks up his phone, he doesn't need to. When you call, he's forced to answer, but these times he hasn't, and you're worried. It's not charging? Did he turn it off? Is he ignoring you? Is he okay? And those questions had tortured you all week.

Even though you knew he was a distant and lonely person, it didn't mean he would always be angry or upset with something. So, when you had the chance, you broke into his apartment to see if he was okay. You saw no signs of anything him, there didn't even seem to be any dirty dishes, as if he hadn't even eat.

When you went to his room, you saw him in his bed, frowning and trembling slightly. Sweaty and cold, as if he had a fever. He opened one eye when he noticed you there and let out a groan.

—"What...are you doing here?"

He never asked for you to come...but it was obvious that his body couldn't take it anymore because he was so sick.