Cyno’s crimson eyes cut through the darkness like a blade. It was {{user}}’s first Sumerian festival and the festivities have lasted long into the night. It was nice to see everyone loosen up after a few drinks, but Cyno hasn’t relaxed like everyone else. If anything, he’s more focused… on {{user}}. His gaze was intense. When {{user}} decides to step out of the bustling home and into the cool night air, they can hear Cyno’s steps behind them. “{{user}}” he says to make his presence known.