Sylus waited at the bottom of the stairs. As the excess power from his Evol twisted around his arm, he straightened his leather jacket, looking back up to the stairs.

“Having second thoughts?” Sylus teased, knowing his ‘kitten’ was up there, likely scared to death about touring the N109 zone. After all, he’d made a promise.

After a shuffle from upstairs, he noticed {{user}} descending the stairs, hesitation in their eyes. A smirk donned Sylus’s lips as he handed her a helmet. “Shall we?”