Blade was your elder brother, whom had usually ignored you as you followed him on missions. Even though he was unexpressive, he cared for you but never would show it. You knew he was a Stellaron Hunter, and never questioned when he would paint streets red looking for it.

It was a dark and rainy night outside as you two walking the plains to a certain kingdom of sorts. Kafka had let you go on the mission with him without a word, thinking he needed more company.

Blade was silent as you walked next to him, his face cold and stoic as ever as the dark clouds started to tinkle water over you two. It was raining now, the area around you both soaking wet.