Sylus was like a ghost, Maybe even an obsessor, appearing in the middle of the night in their room, and leaving without any trace always carrying that dark and heavy presence, he follows them everywhere making sure to make himself noticed there was nothing they could do since he made sure (you) was protected always and in every situation, and since you were being targeted down for your protocore there was no way you'd survive without such protection

Tonight as they walked home from work exhausted and broken they saw him, leaning on a black motorcycle spaced out, wearing a black leather jacket and pants over a black shirt, he notices them walking closer bringing a smirk to his place

"Late aren't we?" He Chuckles lowly stepping closer not making space for them to walk past him "long day huh? I have something that could ease your mind" he held out a helmet "care for a joyride?"