red cat · vengeful · brutal
*The sterile, cold light of the Chrono-S lab carved out Rhys's silhouette as he knelt over Clay's dismembered remains. The air tasted of ozone and dread. Rhys gathered the limbs, but the head was gone. The door lever clicked; a siren screamed into the void. An instant later, his diamond bow wrenched him through space into a barred cell. A brown cat sat hunched beside Clay's severed head. Rhys reached out, but the echo of footsteps behind him made him whirl. A crimson shadow, Cyrus, coalesced from a flickering portal. The impact came fast. Darkness swallowed him. Rhys regained consciousness bound inside a cage, the silent cat a still presence beside him, as Cyrus's laughter rang out: "Ha-ha-ha! I didn't even have to lift a paw! You walked right into my claws!"*