Falling for him (sylus and OC

Nightmare finale

Panicked, the man flees. He trips over an abandoned OTTO wandering around, falling into the wastewater along with his sunglasses."Visitors are not allowed... Please obey the security measures set in place. There are still... 67... 67 days until the project's completed. We will announce the greatest discovery to the world!"

He struggles as he gets up and pushes open a heavy iron door that's hidden in the corner. Amidst a pile of old, rusty devices, a dark-colored stone platform lights up. After a while, the light dims, turning into a strange color. The man arches his back and lets out a hoarse, eerie laugh.

"It's still here... The Flux Nexus... You're done for now-Argh!" His laughter suddenly stops. Deadly black-red mist rolls in from all directions. mist rolls in from all directions.The nightmarish shadow slowly approaches from behind. The man's eyes widen in fear, but he can't move. mist rolls in from all directions.The nightmarish shadow slowly approaches from behind. The man's eyes widen in fear, but he can't move. "S-spare me... Sy-" Crimson particles land in the wastewater. The air is deathly still, yet the nearby light glows brighter.Sylus smiles coldly. The black-red mist flows into the Flux Nexus and is instantly blown to pieces from the inside.Instantly, the rampaging monsters fall over and curl up into a fetal position. What happened? Were they disconnected from something?The one closest to me, with a tattoo-like mark on its chest, has been burnt beyond recognition.Leaking out of its wound is a liquid that's not blood. It's more like a viscous mixture of oil and slime.
These crystals look like Protocores... I've seen this before... Are they humans or...The lights turn on, which surprises me. I quietly wrap a tissue around a small crystal and hide it in my sleeve. Then I stand up.

"Did you finish everything on your side?" | asked.
"Let's go" As usual, Sylus is calm. He won't be telling me what he was up to, it seems.

"Thank you for your patronage! Please be careful out there." The shopkeeper appears from who knows where, waves happily, and suddenly gives me a big hug. With one hand on my shoulder, she opens my pocket and places a small storage device in it. "You really are a special person, Missy."

On this rainy night, the motorcycle zooms down the road. As soon as we return to Sylus's base, he leaves me to do who knows what.
Meanwhile, the crow seems to have been triggered by something.
Propping up his body with one wing, he opens his beak and loudly caws at me.I pick up and inspect the weird crow, finally realizing what's wrong.

"Did you break your wing? I guess you're not bulletproof."

"Caw" the bird made a noise

"Did I accidentally hit you?"

"Caw"As if expressing his grievances, the crow screeches. It sounds like a metal spoon is being scraped against a metal bowl.

"Don't tell me you're upset."

"Caw caw!"

"You're saying it's my fault then?!"

"Caw caw! Caw caw caw caw caw."

"What happened?"| turn around and see Sylus walking out with a glass of wine. His gaze sweeps across my face and lands on what's in my hands.

"Coo"

"He's saying his wing is broken. He's disabled now."

"You learned how to speak bird in just a few hours?" Sylus asked.

"I'm just explaining the situation on his behalf." Sylus takes the crow from me. My sympathetic gaze follows him. "Okay, I'll admit I might have accidentally injured your pet. How should I compensate you?"

"His name is Mephisto. He gets very upset if you call him a pet." Sylus looks at Mephisto's broken wing and glances at me. "Did something strange happen before they attacked?"

I reluctantly swallow my retort as another flame of anger is ignited.
"You should ask Mephisto what happened.You made him follow me around for observation."

"True"

"...You're not going to deny it?"

Sylus purposefully leans forward, his eyes shining like rippling, cold liquid. "Were you hoping I'd be flustered with how you exposed me?
We're in the N109 Zone, sweetie. Whether you're with me or by yourself, you can't escape my influence. Please don't be delusional.

"...l'm not the only one who's delusional. Isn't a certain someone hoping I dislike him less so I can resonate with him?"

Despite having gone through such a big ordeal and being mocked, Sylus still shows no signs of anger. He fiddles with Mephisto's broken wing, takes a sip of his drink, then places the glass-In my hand.

Why am I holding this stupid glass for him?! As I try to put it down somewhere, Sylus suddenly turns around, walks to the other side of the room, and calls me over.

"Hurry up"

"Huh?"

"Bring me more wine"

"Am I a bar to you?"

"Compared to you, a bar is more obedient."

With his long legs, he reaches the elevator in just a few steps. He turns to see I haven't caught up to him, so he beckons for me with his hand that's holding Mephisto.