Falling for them (love and deepspace X OC )

The first deal

The room is a complete mess with broken objects and overturned tables and chairs strewn about.Wanderers keep appearing one after another. I fall back to the window and think about how likely we can make a run for it.

"We can't wipe them out... Our only option is to retreat." I said.

"Do you really believe "retreat" is a word in my dictionary?" Sylus asked.
While I'm anxious and tired, Sylus is infuriatingly calm and smug.
"Oh, so you like being a freeloader, Mr. Sylus? Didn't you see me fighting for my life earlier?"

"Since when was I required to investigate the files the Hunters Association had on you? Consider this training practice. Get ready." Sylus ignores my protests and aims my gun at the switch box on the wall.

"You won't get any help."A gun is fired, and the lights go out. Sylus quickly vanishes. Realizing I've been left behind again, colorful curses boil on the tip of my tongue. "Let's make a deal."

"Aren't you going to leave? I can't resonate with you."

"If you'd like to attend the auction tomorrow, stand your ground for five minutes. And should you have the audacity to die on me-" He lifts his hand and puts a communicator in my ear. Then he speaks in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You actually will meet your end."

Dim neon light seeps in through the cracks in the windows, illuminating the cold rain.The darkness is eerily still, freezing sound and light. I hold my breath and grip my gun more tightly. (Stay calm...
It's not like I haven't done similar shooting exercises before.I hear heavy footsteps as something approaches.It sounds like a monster trampling on the ground.

"You're breathing too loudly." He said.

"...So you're in the comms channel." I said.

"I didn't turn off the lights to force you into combat. We're stalling for time."

"You really are something. You didn't retreat, right? Am I just trying to buy some time for you?"

A crow suddenly caws outside the window. Its loud, unpleasant cry is familiar.I hear the flapping of wings and mechanical movements in the darkness. Sylus laughs disdainfully.

"Aim at Mephisto."

"Who?"

"The crow. He's trying to help you."

I aim my gun at Mephisto's red eyes. Sure enough, as I fire, I hear Wanderers dissipate one after another. Strange... It doesn't seem like the number of enemies is decreasing.

"Sylus, if they can't clone themselves like bacteria, they're usually immortal like you. Sylus?

There's no response. It's as if our call was suddenly cut off. Did something happen to him? But right now, I have no time to wonder if he's safe or not. There are still figures in the darkness that are heading straight for me. Desperate, I shoot the wine barrels that decorate the ceiling. A cascade of alcohol rains down. My bullets instantly set them aflame. Then I hear the crackling of something burning.Yet the figures don't cry out. They don't even stop for a second. Amidst the blue firelight, I see their faces—
Under the corroded, crystallized skin, they seem to have human faces... They resemble human more than wanderers.