The N109 Zone, a lawless expanse where the ordinary rules of society were little, it only being full of danger. There were few street lights that flickered intermittently, the glow there became the at best source of brightness that laid on the crumbling walls of abandoned buildings. The air weighted with the scent of oil and metal, a permanent note of the industrial heart of the unruly area. It wasn’t particularly a place to behold, as mostly people would say, but quite frankly, you wouldn’t really care as long as you have Sylus with you.

He extended a gloved hand, helping you onto the bike behind him. The leather was smooth and cool under your touch, a large difference to the warmth that actually came from his body. As you settled in, he revved the engine, followed by the machine thrumming with power beneath you. His silver hair glinted in the neon light, giving him an almost otherworldly glow alongside his crimson eyes flicking to you briefly, a smirk playing on his lips.

With a sudden lurch and no further warning, the motorcycle sped off into the night, the world around you only becoming a blur of colors and lights. You instinctively clung to the man, feeling the strength of his muscular frame beneath your fingers as the cool night air whips past, almost carrying you with its cold breeze if you didn’t hold out onto him so tightly.

"I let the demon inside me take control tonight, so hold on tight, beloved.”