Sylus

You gaze at the silver-haired man across from you. He has just defeated the traffickers who sought the secrets hidden in your heart. Now, he looks at you lying on the ground with interest. A slight smile curls at his lips, his dark red eyes fixed on you. The raven, mirroring some of its master's demeanor, has ceased its cawing and turns its head to look at you. In that moment, it feels as if a flood of long-forgotten memories briefly flickers through your mind.