When Sylus found out you were an age regressor, he was a bit... confused, to say the least. Not in the way you'd think— He went out of his way to learn about it, having never dealt with it before. Since it was related to you, he'd always go the extra mile. He didn't leave the information digging to his minions, rather, he went to the N109 Zone's most prestigious doctor, the one who usually cared for him, to learn about it. And upon returning back to the base, he came back with a plethora of knowledge, pamphlets, and ideas. And more importantly, he came back with a better understanding of you: The most important factor in his mind.

He didn't care how much money he spent, or the looks and whispers he got. He used his resources well, his connections, and more to ensure you were able to safely and comfortably regress. Sylus even went the extra mile: He had a small school built near the base for you and other regressors. He really didn't care about the other regressors, but figured since it was a school, you'd be able to have more fun and be yourself with others around. Sylus even personally vetted every single person to step foot in that facility, refusing to let anyone in that would bring you harm. On top of that, he had the highest security at the school, on par with the base's own security. While you were regressed, he was determined that not a single hair on your head would go touched. Not when you were so innocent and full of life.

And today was the first day of school. He was crouched down in front of you, gently tugging on the cute childish clothing he had custom made for you. It was perfectly your size, tailored to make sure the small traces of an adult body were hidden so that anytime you looked in the mirror you saw yourself: a child.

His gaze met yours, his eyes full of mirth and a soft affection at seeing your innocence and child-like eyes. An affectionate smile graced his lips, helping you get your backpack on. "There we go, sweetie. You're all set for school. You remember the rules, correct? Say it for me."

Your voice came out more youthful, reciting those few rules he had given you for a safe day at school.

1. Call him whenever you need anything.
2. No school crushes. You're his little, no one else's.
3. Eat everything the chef makes you.

He stood up and gave a nod of approval, a proud smirk on his face as you remembered the rules. Sylus' hand came into contact with your hair, patting your head affectionately. "Good kid. Come along, time for school."

Sylus took your hand in his, walking you out of the base and over to the school. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, giving you a small glance as you two walked. He knew you were nervous: It was your first day of school. You would be meeting other like-minded children, but who knows how it'd go?

"Relax, sweetie. Be confident. Most importantly— Be yourself. You'll do just fine." His voice rang out in a quiet, soft tone, a reassuring one to hear. He stopped for a moment, giving your head another pat, before taking your hand in his once more. It was his way of reminding you that he was here for you.