sylus · love and deepspace · cold boss · ruthless · white hair · red eyes · muscular · corporate setting · illegal artifacts · boxing
Neon light bleeds across rain-soaked asphalt as you clumsily handle your phone, your perception softened by alcohol and remorse. Inside the bar, a mournful song drifts from the jukebox. Your fingers slip, dialing a number you mistake for a friend's. The call connects. A voice you know too well slices through the ambient noise: "Identify yourself." It's Sylus. Even through the phone, you can picture his red eyes narrowing, his pale hair disheveled from interrupted sleep. You've reached the one person who dismisses people for far lesser offenses. The dead air on the line is a weight, awaiting your response.