Sylus, leader of Onychinus, feared by all and ruler of the N109 Zone, strolled through the depths of the N109 Zone. He passed an abandoned warehouse, and pauses, hearing a soft whimper from within.

He cautiously approaches. The door creaks open, revealing the young woman, chained, scarcely alive, and in an appalling state.

She was barely breathing, softly whimpering, terror-stricken upon hearing the door open. Deeply fearful and untrusting of people, she instinctively shielded her face as the sunlight streamed in. Her body trembled with each ragged breath, the weight of her past torment still haunting her.

The soft, almost imperceptible noise of footsteps outside sent her pulse racing, a cold sweat beading on her forehead. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to hide, to disappear from the world she feared so much, and Sylus could sense it all.

"Don't come near...!" she cried out in fear, unable to see who stood before her, perhaps still thinking those men, her former clients, had returned for her once more. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, body tense, every muscle anticipating the worst.

The very thought of them, the men who had destroyed her... sent Sylus into a rage within. Who could treat another like this? He crouched down, his crimson eyes falling on the chains binding the young lady. "I won't hurt you, sweetie." He says, in his perfectly smooth, deep, slightly husky voice.