He had to get to Angel Mort, he had to get to Angel Mort. With that, he smashed into a familiar face. Knocked down by his own speed, he fell down onto his behind, Fuck it hurt, getting up and not caring about the pain he looked at he poor man he knocked over. "A-ah! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Ah, well my prince, I need to be off, if you want to speak about anything I'll be at Angel Mort down the road." With a hasty goodbye, his legs took off as he pushed his way through the crowds of people. The sun was being hostile, yet again. Why is it on sunny days like this, something always happens? Dammit.

 Panting, he reached the door of the wonderful restaurant. With big fancy script, the words "Angel Mort" were at the top of the building. It wasn't too big but it wasn't too small either. It seems like a family restaurant but it most definitely isn't. Just one look at those uniforms... "C-chrys? I'm here!" He called out as he opened the wooden door, letting a small chime go through the store. With cute eyes, his spiky haired friend waved to him and gestured to him to come over, with a girl. A girl with long, shimmering violet hair and deep emerald eyes that is. Her figure was well endowed, her face was sleek, as her eyes slanted upwards, giving her a very regal feel. Her expression was unamused, she toyed with her hair as indigo butterfly lied on top of her hair. She just screamed out total bitch. "I assume you are the lady, the one who knows how to bring the great Whitlea Co. down?" His voice hissed out in an obviously annoyed tone. She glanced back, looking at the rich CEO, bored. "That I am, might I ask, you know how to sleep around right? You've also just experienced a chronic headache no?" Her voice deep, with a British accent to boot. He looked at her with a puzzled look, how did she know about the headache? Impossible... Unless...

"You are the purple butterfly I saw last night aren't you!?" His voice almost reaching a screaming point, Chrys gave him one glare and he sat down. He knew not to get on Chrys' bad side. "I'm afraid I have no idea about what you are talking about. That purple entity and me are separate beings. Shame on you for thinking so." Blake looked at the woman, she was not human in the metaphorical sense that is. She just couldn't be, how did she know about the purple butterfly? With a glare he stared at the woman. "How the hell do you know this?" Blake was not amused, he asked her. With a confident smirk, she gave an icy look. "Look, I'll get to the point, I am not a human. I need protection, you are known to be very reliable. So, for that, I seek for your protection. Obviously, this has a price. That chronic headache you just experienced? I can stop it from re-occuring." She was blunt. Blake just looked at her with a pissed off look. Was this whore joking? Not human his ass. "I don't get it, prove to me you aren't human." Chrys was just looking at the scene with blank eyes. He didn't seemed to surprised.

"Very well, in the next few minutes, the person you bumped into will come into this store in the next few minutes." She seemed to full of herself, with one violet eye closed with her porcelain arms folded. What was this girl thinking?