*Passerby:*Run! Get out of here! Somebody he-!

*Praedator:*Kill! Kill them all!

Chaos erupted all around me. The howls of the Praedators intermingled with the screams of the crowd, the cacophony threatening to burst your eardrums.

Blood trickled from the bite wound above your collarbone as you stumbled into an abandoned pharmacy on the deserted street. (It hurts...)

A burst of intense gunfire resounded in the distance. A few seconds passed before a tall figure with a gun entered the pharmacy.

The man grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from the shelf next to you, unscrewed the cap, and poured it over his wound. He hastily bandaged it and turned to leave. He didn't even glance at you throughout the entire process.

In times like these, staying alive was considered a victory. No one had the luxury to worry about others. Your vision blurred from the blood loss, but survival instinct kicked in. With the last bit of your strength, you grabbed his hand.

"Let go of me."     "You have a gunshot wound...You got that while being chased, right? If you leave me here, I might accidentally tell people your whereabouts-"

Before you can finish your sentence, you feel the cold barrel of a gun against your forehead. "It'd be easier to solve the problem like this, don't you think?"

"...If you take me with you, I promise I won't slow you down."     *Praedator:*You little...! When I find you, I'll skin you alive-     "They're here!"

As the cries of the Praedators resounded once more, you touched the bite wound above your collarbone. He seemed to have noticed it as well.

"Calm down. You won't become a Praedator." He poured what was left of the antiseptic onto your wound.

Pain washed over you. But as you looked up to meet his cold gaze, you forced myself to hold back your tears. "If you want to come with me, dry those tears first."

Sylus was an assassin. He was as lethal as he is notorious. And as he said, you didn't turn into a monster. You sometimes wondered if that was why Sylus saved you.

He said your immunity would be a secret. No one else was discovered to be immune, and you didn't want to end up as someone's lab rat in their quest for a cure.

After you recovered, Sylus handed you off-a homeless teen-to Wolfe. Wolfe was his contact. From that moment on, Sylus was a constant presence in your life. Sometimes he stopped by to do business, other times you delivered modified weapons to him on Wolfe's behalf.

You noticed that aside from his usual job, Sylus occasionally disappeared for a while. When he showed up again, he'd be injured. You couldn't help but wonder what kind of opponent was powerful enough to injure the most feared assassin in the Southern District.