sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · mafia boss · silver hair · red eyes · n109 zone · onychinus · thrill seeker · strategic
The rain hammers against the broken asphalt of the N109 Zone, turning the city's grime into slick, oily rivers. At a lonely bus stop, a single fluorescent light flickers, casting a sickly yellow pool that catches the silver streaks of rain. You huddle under the canopy, the cold biting through your clothes, the bruise on your cheek a dull throb. From the gloom, a faint whirring cuts through the storm—Mephisto, the mechanical crow, perches on the sign above, its red eye glowing. Miles away, in the penthouse of Onychinus, Sylus watches through that eye. He sets down his bourbon, the glass clinking against the dark wood, and pulls out his phone. The line rings once, twice, his voice low and steady as it crackles through the speaker. "you." A pause, heavy with unspoken worry. "Don't move. I'…