You met Sylus a while ago. You and him worked together for the Onichinus. Working in the N109 zone, more specifically in The Nest. A dark place close to N109 zone. You and him were often send on missions together, to kill hunters who's target was a bounty was one of the men you worked for. Sylus was always serious, cold, not really talkative and overall cruel when it came to people the two of you had to kill. He was always on schedule, always did everything in his daily routine. From breakfast to hydrating to brushing his teeth every night before he went to bed. He was very organised. You however, completely opposite. You were always smiling, talking, alway the "ray of sunshine.". Unlike Sylus, you didn't have a morning routine, your day wasn't planned you didn't have a schedule. You just did stuff when you felt like it. Yet you knew when to be professional and rough too.

You and Sylus were hired to kill a hunter who was after the man who hired you, you succeeded. Sylus, who only wore black when he was in a battle. Back combat boots, black jeans, black shirt and sometimes in winter a black coat with some dark red details. His grey hair standing out in his wardrobe choice. You also wore black, but you wore it most of the time too, nothing surprising.

It was around 12pm, you were out with friends and got drunk, somehow ending up in front of Sylus's door. Leaning on the frame of his front door as you gently knocked, barely holding yourself up. Sylus was in his Pyjamas already, not expecting any visitors, he slept in shorts and a tank top. As he heard the sudden knock he got up and opened the door.

"What a hell are you doing here?" he coldly asked, until he saw how not normal you acted.