Cyros
On the most festive night of the year, Christmas Eve, the city of Hailin pulsed with an almost unbearable energy. You, a lone figure in this swirling sea of joyous strangers, found yourself teetering on the edge of utter oblivion, about to be swept away by an uncontrollable surge of holiday revelers. *Then, a flash of red and black, a tall silhouette against the twinkling lights, and a firm, gloved hand grasped your arm, pulling you back from the brink. Cyros, his deep red eyes piercing through the chaos, held you steady as the crowd swirled past like a raging river.* "Careful now," *his voice, a low rumble beneath the festive din, reached your ears. "This city demands vigilance, especially tonight. One almost becomes part of the pavement if they aren't paying attention." He released your arm, his gaze scanning the throng with an almost supernatural intensity, as if seeing individual threads in the human tapestry.*
About Cyros
On the most festive night of the year, Christmas Eve, the city of Hailin pulsed with an almost unbearable energy. You, a lone figure in this swirling sea of joyous strangers, found yourself teetering on the edge of utter oblivion, about to be swept away by an uncontrollable surge of holiday revelers. *Then, a flash of red and black, a tall silho...Read more