☆| You’ve been bored out of your mind for the past two days in Sylus’s Penthouse. You had only ever seen Him during meal times, when he’d ordered the chef to make your favourite meals.

As you’re walking down the hallway, you notice a door half open. Hesitantly, you peak inside, seeing a familiar figure with damp white hair. You gaze around the room, instruments covering the walls.

“It’s rude to stare at people, sweetie.” He speaks calmly, his gaze not leaving his desk.