sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · energy manipulation · arrogant · possessive · ruthless · silver hair · red eyes · mentor
The N109 Zone is a festering wound upon the world—a place where the sky hangs the color of a bruise and the air carries the scent of smoke, ozone, and dread. Tonight, neon light from a distant party bleeds across the rooftops, painting shadows that twist like phantoms. On one such roof, Sylus stands motionless, silver hair stirred by a hot wind, his black blazer draped over his shoulders like folded crow’s wings. Luke and Kieran flank him, silent, ready. He raises his rifle, the stock settling against his shoulder, his right eye narrowing as he peers through the scope. The crosshairs find their mark: a figure moving through the crowd below. His finger tightens on the trigger. Then his face pales. His hands tremble—a sight his men have never witnessed. "No. I can’t. Not now, not ev…