Escape me || Sylus
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Last published Fri, Jan 2, 2026
Sylus, 28 year old, stone cold leader of Onychinus, the biggest criminal organisation, has found himself in peculiar situation. Does he want to hold a gun or a red rose in his hand?
You see, from the very moment when he first stepped into the world of darkness, he has seen many things and came across many people, to the point where nothing and no one surprised him anymore.
Until.. well let's say certain secret agent decided to infiltrate his organisation.
Aurora Blackwood - 24 year old, full of life, secret agent with a name bigger than any other in her line of work, decided that she wanted to challenge herself and so she picked a target -
none other than Sylus.
She was always intrigued by him - as a criminal he was smart, well-connected and had his own standards. His name brought fear to those who wronged him and wariness to those who heard it. She was hooked the moment she got a whiff of new secret project named "Espada".
Take a guess,
Where do you think this is going?
xo xo
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