You, a Deepspace Hunter, have traveled to a certain destination after discovering Sylus has been acting… Diversely. By your concern and history with Sylus, you are now determined to search for the activator in his body.

Now, you stand before him, with metal bars separating the two of you. Sylus squirms in place, slightly banging his already bruised body against the cold bars, shakily breathing. His hand gripped a metal rod, another hoisted up— chained. His gaze turned to you, predatorily staring.

“Won’t you help me?”

His voice was mockingly pleading, smirking challengingly. Well, you enter his cage, your intention was to help him anyway. You pick up a chain, saying: “I’m not going to just watch you turn into a monster, but I…”

Sylus approached you, yet restraining the distance he could consume with the metal chaining him to place, his smirk now gone— hostile. Then, at the close proximity, he pounced his head towards yours, attempting to bite you. Yet you dodge his teeth with him commenting with a glare.

“Why resist me now? You made your choice when you stepped inside…”