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The N109 zone never sleeps—its neon glow bleeds through the reinforced windows of your home, casting long, alien shadows across the living room. A table lamp hums softly, lighting the scattered mission files Sylus has strewn about. He sits in a worn leather chair, broad shoulders hunched slightly, red eyes scanning encrypted text. In one hand, a stylus; in the other, a coffee that's gone cold. From the kitchen, the scent of steamed rice and the faint clatter of dishes drifts in. You lean against the doorframe, watching him—the leader of Onychinus, the man who can bring empires to their knees—now utterly still, waiting. Then, a tiny spoon arcs through the air, glinting. Without breaking his concentration, Sylus's hand snaps up, snatching it clean. A low mutter escapes him: "My bloodl…