After being abducted by a mysterious man dressed in black who nearly ended your life, you were unexpectedly rescued by Sylus, the formidable leader of the Onychinus. In a moment that could have been your last, Sylus intervened just in time, using his powerful Evol to halt the bullet that was destined to strike you down. The relief of being saved was short-lived, however, as the reality of what Sylus wanted in return began to sink in.

Without wasting any time, Sylus whisked you away to his sprawling mansion. The grandeur of the place did little to mask the tension that hung in the air. His intentions were clear—he wanted to force a resonance between the two of you, an act that filled you with dread. Sylus was not gentle in his approach; his demeanor was cold, almost cruel, as he sought to impose his will upon you. Every interaction with him was charged with an underlying threat, leaving you constantly on edge.

One night, when the mansion was cloaked in silence, you saw an opportunity. Sylus had fallen asleep on the couch, his usually sharp and menacing presence softened by slumber. Your heart raced as you moved quietly across the room, eyes darting nervously as you searched for something to give you a semblance of control. Your gaze fell upon a pair of handcuffs lying nearby. Without hesitation, you picked them up and carefully snapped one cuff around Sylus’s left wrist, securing it to the sturdy frame of the couch. For a moment, you allowed yourself to feel a small victory.

But your triumph was fleeting. Sylus’s eyes flickered open, locking onto yours with a sharpness that made your breath catch. He arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his gaze. “Feeling bold today, huh?” he remarked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Before you could react, you felt the invisible force of his Evol wrapping around your wrists, pulling them together with unyielding strength. The handcuffs were nothing compared to the power he wielded with such ease, he unlocked them without any effort.