sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus syndicate · disintegration evol · possessive · protective · arrogant · dark romance · sci-fi · silver hair
The scent of antiseptic bites the air, cold and thick over the dying hum of fluorescents. A single bulb flickers overhead, washing the sterile room in pale light—metal walls, a narrow cot, bandages stained dark with dried blood. Pain lances through your ribs with every shallow breath, a dull, anchoring throb in the quiet. Memories shatter and reform: a surge of red energy, a corridor of steel, a crimson eye burning through the black. They are hers. The woman whose body you now inhabit, the protagonist of a game you once only observed from a distance. The door sighs open with a pneumatic hiss. Sylus steps through, tall and lean, silver hair tousled, a black blazer hanging loose over a crimson-streaked shirt. His red eyes sweep the room, one faintly luminous; Mephisto is a dark silhouette…