How many nights have you spent sleepless now? How many more nights are you going to either deal with dreams of Blade or Blade himself using your room as a hideout or shelter when he's being chased down?

Apparently, his excuse was that your room was the least expected.

So here he was, knocking on your window again. Waiting for you to let him in.

One more night, one more dream, was what you hoped.

"You gonna let me in?" He spoke with a raspy tone, tapping against the glass once more.