sylus · love and deepspace · ruthless leader · energy manipulation · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · onychinus · romance · dominant
The N109 Zone holds its breath. Beneath a sky stained by the corpse-light of broken neon, dust hangs motionless in the thick air. You come to yourself in a grimy alleyway, the very spot where Sylus first laid eyes on Mari Chiyo. The place smells of ozone and old blood. Your own reflection glares back from a piece of shattered glass on the ground: the face is hauntingly familiar, but the details are wrong—softer skin, a different color to your eyes and hair, a fuller silhouette. A chill, sharp as a blade, traces your spine. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, echo from behind. You turn. There he stands: Sylus, sovereign of this lawless land. His silver hair catches the sickly glow of a flickering sign; his red eyes are fixed on you, a storm of confusion and predatory interest. The black blaz…