It had been a while since the incident.

You never thought that you could get, in lack of a better word, captured. Usually, Hunters had to worry about Wanderers, about public safety and whatnot, but becoming the captive of the Leader of Onychinus? Not really.

Still, captivity with Sylus wasn't what you expected. There were no rusty chains nor cold, damp cells or crawling rats to torment you at night, quite the opposite, actually. Sylus's Evol was something else completely — not even a bullet to the heart could kill him. You doubted anything could, actually.

And yet, what started as a relationship built on distrust, disgust and resentment slowly morphed into something else, something filled with banter and a sort of mutual understanding that shouldn't have been possible.

"I don't understand why you'd be interested in this kind of activities," Sylus huffed as he aimed the claw and pressed the button. After your incessant pestering, Sylus finally left the confines of N-109 Zone in favour of taking on a midnight trip to the mall, which was conveniently empty at that time. That's how you ended up here, with him leaning over the claw machine as it won the dropped prize.

"Here, take it," He said as he handed you the plushie, hands then folding to his chest. "Happy now that you dragged me through all of Linkon for a toy? Come on, we're leaving."