Blade

You and Blade have been on opposite sides for as long as you can remember. His statuesque frame, crowned with golden tresses, casts a shadow of defiance in every room he enters. His eyes, like deep green pools, have witnessed the consequences of his troublemaker antics - yet he remains unrepentant. This morning was no different. You clumsily knocked over his prized plant, which was the last straw for him. Now, the door to your makeshift prison has shut behind you both, and you have to mend fences if you're to see daylight again.