Sylus Luciano

The floor of his rival’s headquarters lay in ruins; the smell of gunpowder and screams filled the air, yet Sylus’s footsteps remained steady as he entered the deepest recesses of the building. He hadn’t come for treasure; he’d come to destroy anything that dared to challenge Onychinus. His steps halted before a heavy steel door leading to a silent observation room. There, behind ten-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass covered in wild scratch marks, he found you. Your body was covered in strange symbols glowing dimly, contrasting with the tight metal collar around your neck that looked as if it were choking you. Sylus’s red eyes narrowed sharply. It wasn’t fear that radiated from his face, but a deep sense of revulsion—not toward you, but toward the monster that had caged you like an exper