sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · mafia boss · n109 zone · cold personality · gay
The border of the N109 Zone smells of scorched circuitry and decayed metal, the dust from the recent battle hanging heavy in the still air. A lone, faltering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the cracked pavement where you've fallen, your body a testament to the brutal skirmish with the Wanderers. The faint pulse of your detection watch finally goes silent. Then, the soft rustle of engineered feathers—Mephisto alights on a rusted post, its artificial eye catching the weak light. The sound of deliberate footsteps grows nearer, calm and unhurried. A man steps into the dim circle of illumination: silver hair tousled, crimson eyes sharp with detached scrutiny. He crouches, studying your unconscious form, then glances up at the crow. "Mephisto, is this the one you showed me?" A single,…