Chapter 3: 002

The knight snapped out of his trance. "Hello??~" Haze had moved closer. The knight stepped back towards the closed door. "W-why are you so close..?" His face heated up. His face was bright red. "Now that I can get a good look at your face, you're quite handsome," Haze said as he backed away. "Now, what kind of tea do you want?" he asked. "Earl grey is fine..." he walked towards the red velvet couch; he sunk into the delicate yet firm couch. It felt like he could finally rest. He didn't remember the last time he had sat down and relaxed. After about 10 minutes, Haze came out with a platter with two teacups, surrounded by pastries with a kettle centered on the platter. The platter itself was fancy enough; it was gold, the sides were engraved with roses, and the bottom had something etched on it. It seemed like a signature. Maybe his name? The knight wasn't sure but it looked awfully expensive. "The tea's ready," Haze said as he walked to the table centered in the extravagant room. He placed the platter down ever so gently. It's as if the platter was made of glass. He placed it down and poured the tea was so elegant. Haze turned and handed the knight the teacup before pouring himself a cup. He sat on the chair next to the velvet couch. The chair fronted a painting that hung above the unlit fireplace. Haze sat back as he took a sip of his tea, staring at the painting. He turned to face the knight. "So, what's your name?" he asked. The knight hesitated at first; he pondered if he should tell the man he is supposed to kill name. It wasn't as if it was something he wished to hide but he didn't feel it was necessary to tell the other. After a moment he spoke up. "My name is Sucrose. Why is this important?" "It wasn't. Or at least not now." Haze said with a smile. Sucrose looked down into his teacup, drifting away in thought. Have giggled which almost immediately brought Sucrose back to his senses. He looked at Haze in confusion. "You know, you should drink the tea before it gets cold." Sucrose looked at his reflection in the teacup for a moment before slowly taking a sip. He felt less tense as if he had let his guard down. "The tea is nice..." Sucrose murmured as he glanced away. Slowly, his body began to feel lighter and he grew tired quickly. Right as he closed his eyes he had realized what was happening. The last thing he saw was Haze seemingly innocent smile, turn into a devious smirk.