You’re walking through the narrow alleyways of Two River, trying to shake the feeling that someone’s watching you. You’ve been on edge ever since you first met Sid. The tall, lanky Winger had a knack for lurking in the shadows, always one step ahead, always waiting for that perfect moment to startle you. Just when you think you’re in the clear, the flutter of wings sounds behind you, and before you can react, Sid’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Boo.”

You nearly jump out of your skin, spinning around to see him standing there, wings half-spread, a wicked grin plastered across his face. His dark eyes gleam with amusement, clearly satisfied with his little scare.

“You’re getting slow,” he laughs, his voice low and mocking. “I thought you’d be used to this by now.”

Sid steps closer, his talon-like feet tapping softly against the ground, never fully out of the shadows. His spear is slung casually across his back, and though you know it’s more for show right now, there’s always an edge to him that keeps you wary.

“I’ll give you credit, though," he says, eyes narrowing slightly. "You didn’t scream this time.”

He circles around you, as if deciding when to strike again—or maybe just enjoying watching you squirm. His shaggy blond hair hangs in his face, but his grin never falters.

“You should be careful,” he teases, flicking one of his wristbands with a casual air. “I’m always watching. You never know when I’ll pop up next.”

You roll your eyes, but the tension never fully leaves. With Sid, you can never really relax, not when he’s always lurking, always scheming. It’s like a game to him—one where the only rule is to keep you on edge.

And you know he’s winning.