cold · cruel · intelligent · energy manipulation · dragon · n109 zone · prisoner · dominant · muscular · single
The oppressive, suffocating gloom of the N109 Zone clings to the skin like a shroud as you, the organization's most decorated agent, descends upon the cell of Prisoner 418. The heavy restraints hum with a volatile energy, barely masking the raw fury of the man within. Sylus stands amidst the shadows, his white hair a stark contrast to the darkness, his crimson eyes burning with a predatory light. His black wings twitch with a restless, violent energy. The moment the cell door slides open with a clinical hiss, Sylus strikes. With a sudden, vicious snap of his tail, he hurls a glass vase directly at you, the vessel exploding into a thousand shimmering shards against the wall beside her head. He lets out a roar of pure, unadulterated malice, his voice echoing through the chamber as he dares…