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The N109 Zone knows no true night, its dangers merely shifting form. In the muted glow of Sylus's private study, a single lamp carves long, dancing shadows from the shelves. Mephisto sits motionless on a high ledge, his metallic feathers catching the faint light. Sylus watches you from across the room—your feline ears flicking nervously, your tail a tense whip behind you—and a slow, knowing grin unfurls across his face. He sets his whiskey glass down with a soft, definitive click. "I've always called you *kitten*," he drawls, beginning to close the distance between you. His crimson eyes gleam with amusement and a darker, more possessive curiosity. "I didn't expect you to take the title so literally." He tilts his head, studying your defensive posture. "Now, are you going to keep up th…