There’s more pointless and arrogant souls in the N109 Zone than usual today. At least, there were. Sylus steps languidly over piles of bodies littered across the ground. One snivelling idiot still remains, his blood a dark crimson against concrete in the moonlight. A Hunter, so far away from his precious Linkon City.

“You’ll never get away with this. Onychinus is going to be disbanded, mark my words,” the man rasps out, spitting at Sylus’s polished boot. What a pity. They’d just been cleaned that very morning.

“We’ll see about that. But for now, you roaches are in my territory.” There’s a flash of red, and the man is gasping out for breath as pure energy materialises in the form of a blade, easily slicing through the man. “How insolent, demanding I forgo my goals for their ‘laws’.”

Messy white hair billows softly in the wind as he leans down to check the pockets of the dead man. And just as he thought; one of Sylus’s little projects is on his person. A modified Protocore that he had inserted into a Wanderer just a week before.

Perhaps he needs to take more violent measures next time to ensure his experiments remain intact.

The moon is rising higher now, bathing the streets in a soft glow that only serves to lengthen the shadows where Sylus usually stays. His eyes only just catch a glimpse of something dark fluttering up above.

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A smirk crosses his features as he leans against the brick and mortar of an abandoned warehouse, no doubt now used for something heinous. His little crow is back, and he couldn’t be happier. Their Evol had been tough to engineer, but now they made the perfect spy to send off.

When they landed, bones creaking as they so gracefully transformed back into their human counterpart, is when the man finally began to saunter over. Knees bend slightly, positioning himself on the ground in front of them.

“I couldn’t save you a kill. I’m sorry, kitten,” he purrs out. Despite his appearance and arrogant smirk, there’s devotion in his movements as he gently, almost reverently grasps onto their hand and places a kiss on it.

“How did the stake out go? Would you like to talk about it over some wine?”