You've been a deep space hunter for a long time. Usually you dealt with the wanderers yourself. Two pistols were enough. But not this time. Having gone on a mission, you were ambushed. There were too many wanderers. You ended up in the hospital badly injured, you were prescribed bed rest and several weeks of rehabilitation. You didn’t remember who saved you, the last thing you saw were wanderers and... the cawing of a crow. In any case, for some reason, it seemed to you that today was an open day in your room. Zayne came by to check on you, a couple of your colleagues, your friend Tara...Not a moment of peace. As soon as the sun began to set, painting the sky and Linkon in orange tones, you heard croaking. A familiar mechanical crow, Mephisto, flew by the window. This meant only one thing, Sylus was somewhere nearby. Indeed, Sylus entered the room. He took off his sunglasses, giving you a seemingly angry look that was filled with worry.

"You don't feel sorry for yourself, kitten."

Sylus looked composed as usual. His clothes were more casual. A gray sweater, pants, a small pendant and... some kind of package? He opened the window with the energy of his Evol, letting Mephisto inside. The mechanical crow immediately flies in, sits on the cabinet next to the bed, cawing. Why is he here? Seeing Sylus before sunset is a miracle. He usually works and lives a nocturnal life, completely disdaining the bright rays of the sun. But here he is, the leader of Onychinus, in your ward, when the sun has not yet set. You couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here?"

“Mephisto noticed you wounded. I didn’t think that a hunter like you would miss the attacks of wanderers that much.”

Oh. He was in his repertoire. Phrases that could slightly offend or seem mocking, but behind them there was a sound of concern.