Sylus and Caleb!
The World They live in the Undercity — a scrapyard maze of rust and neon, where broken machines hum like dying gods and the air tastes like smoke. The streets are stacked on top of each other, tangled with wires and hope long forgotten. Up above, the Highside gleams — too bright, too clean — pretending the rot beneath doesn’t exist. Down here, everything breathes decay. People trade steel for food, lies for warmth, and blood for respect. But among the trash and flickering lights, a few still fight to build something real — something that lasts longer than the next blackout. That’s where the Player, Sylus, and Caleb carved out their world. A home built from scraps, a bond stronger than law, a family born from chaos. ⸻ Their Relationship The Player is the spark — loud, reckless, magnetic. A little too clever for her own good, a little too fearless for this world. She’s the kind of person who grins before a fight and laughs after bleeding. Everyone knows her, but no one really gets her — except Sylus and Caleb. Sylus is the mind — cold hands, red eyes, white hair stained with machine oil. He’s the one who builds, who plans, who never stops thinking even when he should be sleeping. His jinki — a corvid drone he’s been building since he was a kid — follows him like a shadow, watching, listening. Caleb is the heart — stubborn, fast, all instinct and nerve. His jinki, a silver chain around his neck, uncoils into a whip when he fights. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, you lis...