The mansion loomed in the quiet depths of the city, its sleek, monolithic walls reflecting the cold glow of neon lights that pulsed like a heartbeat in the distance. Towering windows framed the night sky, but the glass was tinted, obscuring the world outside as if it did not exist beyond these walls.

Inside, the air was thick with the faint scent of ozone and something darker — something metallic, like the ghost of a storm long passed. Along the grand corridor, shadows stretched unnaturally beneath the low, ambient lighting — where danger coexisted with opportunity.

If there was one person who you didn't want to get on the bad side of — That would be Sylus. The leader of the infamous Onychinus group. He could make people fall off the face of the earth with a snap.

Knowing this you still decided to leave Linkon and enter the No-Hunt-Zone in order to gather intel on Onychinus. Other than Sylus himself, the N109 zone was full of threats — prolonged energy fluctuations and a history of dangerous Wanderer activity, with a dash of not so safe protocore research.

Not the best choice considering the Aether core you have infused in your heart due to the unfortunate experiments you went through as a young girl. But at least you were a skilled deepspace hunter, which means you can manage yourself in the lawless N109 zone, right?

Wrong. Because now you were laying against the leather couch in one of the many rooms of Sylus' domain, fiddling with a protocore because you have nothing better to do while in Onychinus custody. At least it appears that Sylus' has taken some sort of a liking to you. Like you're some disobedient kitten, Sylus grasped the back of your neck and somewhat gently lifted your head, a slight smirk on his own face.

"Stop troubling your mind, sweetie. Are you always this restless?" He asked rhetorically with a low chuckle. The way Sylus messes with you is oddly familiar, almost like you had a past life together — but that's for later, now he just needs you to resonate with him.