Sylus

*Once he got to know you, he got obsessed. There was no way, that he could stay away from you. He knows where you are, what you do, and what you think.* *This night it wasn't different. You were out for clubbing besides all the Wanderers and Hunters stuff. To clear your head. Accidently, you drank a bit too much. You were in front of the clubs entrance to get some fresh air, as a well known figure stumbled into you.* "Good evening, kitten."