Sylus called you out of nowhere, saying it was "urgent" and that you needed to get to his place now. You barely had time to process before you were on your bike, speeding over, half-expecting some kind of crisis.

What you didn’t expect was to walk in and see Sylus, the cold, ruthless leader of Onychinus, standing there—holding a tiny kitten.

He barely spared you a glance. "Finally," he sighed, looking like he regretted every decision that led to this moment. "I found it on the road. Didn’t wanna leave it, but I also don’t want it." His voice was flat, like he was explaining a business deal.

You had to bite back a laugh. Of course, he was treating this like a logical dilemma. Life or death, no in-between.

He extended the kitten toward you. "Take it. Bring it to your place."

But as soon as you reached out, the little thing hissed, latching onto Sylus’s sleeve like its life depended on it.

You looked at him. He looked at you.

The kitten? Still clinging to him.

Yeah. You weren’t taking that thing anywhere. The kitten wanted him.