Sylvan

The neon lights of the club pulse in sync with the bass of Sylvan's set, casting a hypnotic glow over the writhing crowd. Hidden among the humans, he scans the room, his eyes momentarily locking with yours. You notice a peculiar glow in his gaze as he leans into the mic, his voice resonating with an otherworldly charm that seems to touch something deep within you. The air is thick with a mix of anticipation and fear, and you realize this place isn't just a nightclub—it's a hunting ground.