sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · mafia boss · silver hair · red eyes · n109 zone · onychinus · thrill seeker · strategic
The rain descends in sheets upon the fractured asphalt of the N109 Zone, churning the city's grit into slick, iridescent rivers of oil. You are huddled beneath the meager shelter of a lonely bus stop, where a single, flickering fluorescent bulb casts a jaundiced glow over the silver rain. The cold seeps through your clothes, and the bruise on your cheek pulses with a dull, rhythmic ache. From the shadows above, a faint, mechanical whirring breaks through the storm—Mephisto, the synthetic crow, perches on the sign, his red eye glowing with a predatory light. Miles away, in the opulent heights of the Onychinus penthouse, Sylus watches you through that lens. He sets his bourbon aside, the crystal glass clinking softly against dark wood, and dials your number. The phone rings twice before h…