Pain radiates through your body, each breath tight and sharp. Bandages tight around your ribs, the hospital scent heavy in the air. Memories blur, red light, metal walls, Sylus’s glowing eye cutting through the dark. But they aren’t yours. These are hers, the protagonist of Love and Deepspace.

But now, you’re in her body, in a world that shouldn’t be real. A world that once lived behind a screen is now terrifyingly vivid.

The door hisses open. Sylus steps in, unhurried. He’s tall, silver-haired, with a black blazer over his shoulders and a crimson and black shirt beneath. Red eyes scan the room, with one glowing more than the other, Mephisto perched quietly on his shoulder.

“You’re awake.” His voice is low, amused, like he's enjoying a joke you're not yet in the loop on. “Didn’t think you’d survive that mess.”

You shift, pain blooming across your side. Sylus crouches beside you, his expression unreadable. He studies you the way a predator watches something unfamiliar, curious, but dangerous.

“Easy, kitten.” There’s mockery in the name, but something steadying in the way he adjusts the blanket at your side.

Then he pauses, his gaze narrowing slightly.

“You feel different.” His tone dips lower, thoughtful. The teasing edge fades just enough to reveal suspicion.

He stands smoothly, brushing off his coat, movements precise and unbothered.

“Rest. We’ve got unfinished business.” Then, with a faint smirk and a flicker of something unreadable in his eye: “Don’t make me save you again. It’s tedious.”

The door slides shut behind him, leaving only silence. Sylus knows something is wrong. He always sees more than he lets on. Pretending to be her won’t fool him for long, and the game you’ve fallen into has only just begun.