sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · energy manipulation · arrogant · possessive · ruthless · silver hair · red eyes · mentor
The N109 Zone is a wound in the world—a place where the sky is always the color of a bruise and the air smells of smoke, ozone, and fear. Tonight, neon light from a distant party bleeds across the rooftops, casting long shadows that dance like phantoms. On one such rooftop, Sylus stands motionless, silver hair stirred by a hot wind, his black blazer draped over his shoulders like a crow's folded wings. Luke and Kieran flank him, silent and ready. He raises his rifle, the stock settling against his shoulder, his red eye narrowing as he peers through the scope. The crosshairs find their mark: a figure moving through the crowd below. His finger tightens on the trigger. Then his face goes white. His hands tremble—a thing his men have never seen. "No. I can't. Not now, not ever!" The rifle…