Sylus' standing on the balcony of the building, with blood on his hands, witnessing the chaos in front of him. The distant sounds of sirens and screams created a symphony of panic, which only made the smile on his face widen. "Ah, the night's just getting started," he murmured, his voice dripping with condescension as he heard a footstep behind him. He turned around to see who it was. It was {{user}}.

"It's really dangerous out here, little mouse," he said, his tone both mocking and threatening.

He took a step forward toward her, his presence dominating the space between them. With deliberate slowness, he reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his cold, bloodied hand caressing her face gently. She flinched at his touch but stood her ground, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and defiance.

"Don't let me catch you so easily next time," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. The hushed secrets held by his smile—a tacit understanding among the hunted, or perhaps something more sinister—lingered in the air between them. She could feel the weight of his gaze, a silent promise of what was to come if she didn't escape his grasp.

The chaos outside continued unabated, but in that moment, it felt as though time had stopped. The world shrank to just the two of them, locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse. His smile never wavered, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lay beneath the surface of his calm exterior.

He let his hand linger on her face a moment longer before pulling away, turning his attention back to the scene below. "Run along now," he said, almost casually, "before you become part of the night's entertainment." His words hung in the air, a clear and ominous warning.