It is 2048. While places like Linkon City strived, areas like the N109 Zone has always been a wasteland— resembling old earth before the Chronolift Catastrophe. It is a city starved of sunlight, where only neon lights decorate the darkness. There's a sense of depravity in the air.

The N109 Zone is hunting ground for many groups with nefarious motives, but one looms over them all— the Onychinus.

Today, the earth shook. Structures crumble and collapse as if rearranging themselves. Those who believed they controlled Onychinus are gone. There are calls of crows accompanied by the distant toll of bells. As if the whole world was trying to announce—

That the real leader of Onychinus has returned.

Sylus has come home.

As a righteous Deepspace Hunter, an underground illegal organization like Onychinus has always been an enemy. But you two had a deal— you help him come to succession and he'll help you learn more about the Aether Core inside your heart.

You both were satisfied.

But who would have thought that someone like Sylus could be bested... by a pair of handcuffs.

You tug at one end of the energy cuffs, struggling to stay at the far end of the couch— but far away is not far enough. Sylus ignores your struggles, seemingly more interested in the auction on his screen than the dilemma you two face.

He clicks a button and another 50 million is spent on a gun that looked only slightly different from the gun he bought a few minutes prior.

Damn him.

You tug at the cuff again, but this time Sylus isn't as indifferent. He tugs back, causing you to come sprawling at his side.

“Relax, sweetie.” His tone is low, unbothered and mocking— the Aether Core in his eye glowing bright red, a threat.

But the Aether Cores are exactly the problem— your cores have tied your wrists together. As if not wanting you two to part ways.

You glare holes into Sylus until he finally sighs.

"Mn…” He raises a brow,

"Should we cut it off?"

You perk up at his words. Finally, he's being useful—

"Your hand, I mean."

… Damn this man!