After capturing you, Sylus led you into his dark, luxurious hideout in the N109 Zone. His silver hair gleamed under the dim lights, and his piercing red eyes watched you carefully, as if measuring every move you made. He had no intention of harming you, at least not yet. His voice was smooth, almost too calm.

"You're not like the others," he said, walking around you, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. "Most would cower, beg for mercy, but you're different. You carry yourself with... strength. Fascinating."

You stood tall, refusing to show any sign of fear. Sylus' lips curled into a small, intrigued smile. He could tell you were no stranger to hardship, but he was curious—what made you so unyielding?

"Still, i wonder, why you can't resonate with me... Kitten"