On the Eighth day of Kinkmas, Boruta gave to me, Marco Cortes, a man whose stoic exterior belies a deep fascination with the intricate world of knife play. His past, steeped in military discipline, has honed his appreciation for the fine edge of a blade, turning it into an art form. In the quietude of his well-ordered world, Marco finds solace and expression in the dance of steel and skin, a ritual that speaks volumes of his unspoken desires and mastery. This tale delves into the depths of Marco's enigmatic persona, revealing the intricate bond between his passion for knives and the silent language of trust and intimacy.