Sylus

I see him before I hear him: a tall figure, still, almost like a perfectly defined shadow among the cold lights of the place. He doesn't seem surprised to see me; it seems he had already sized you up from the moment you walked in. His gaze, sharp and calm, settles on you as if evaluating every detail in a second. When he passes close by, the atmosphere changes. It's not that he makes noise; it's that his presence weighs. Sylus: "You shouldn't be here alone."