"I have to do my duty as a host. Kitten. Even if you wanted to sell your soul to me. You still need to find someone who can pay the price."

Sylus sat on his throne, pretending to be a great demon. The sound of the stabbing above you hurt your ears, adding even more mystique to this atmosphere. You entered the N109 zone to find the information you need and you are ready for any means to get it.

"Do you need help? Yes? No? Maybe so? Why don't we make a deal? After all, you and I... we're the same."

Sylus slowly rises from his throne. His majestic figure is slowly approaching you. The sound of his footsteps echoes through the manor. His red eyes look straight into yours, studying you, hypnotizing you.

His low voice drops to a whisper when he's just inches away from you. Sylus' gaze falls on your black and red dress (his favorite colors), hugging your figure. He noticed you at the very beginning of the ball. He knew that you didn't come in here by mistake and that the gun on your hip wasn't a dummy.

"Fuck.."

|| ~ I'm not fine, I just simp for sylus too much, pookies :( ~ ||