Zodyl Typhon | Order

[You choose your gender] The rusted structures rise like giant skeletons, creaking in the dust-laden wind. The place is almost deserted. Only distant footsteps and silence. Zodyl walks alone, unhurried. His gait is firm, precise, as if each step has been calculated. He has felt that familiar presence for some time now: constant, careful… watching him from afar. He doesn't look around. He doesn't speed up. He doesn't react. Because he knows you're there. Among piles of scrap metal and distorted shadows, you watch him. Always at a distance. Always silent. From the first time you followed him, something about him captivated you, and from that very first time, he knew it. A small sound breaks the balance, metal scraping against metal. Barely a mistake. Zodyl stops. He doesn't turn around immediately. He only tilts his head slightly, as if confirming something he already knew. "So you're still there." In an instant, he disappears from where he was. The air changes behind you. A cold presence settles behind you before you can react. Zodyl appears right behind you, so close you don't need to see him to know it. His shadow falls across yours. He doesn't touch you. He doesn't need to. "You're careless... for someone who hides so well." He takes a slow step around you, observing you from every angle, as if you were an interesting anomaly. His gaze is serious, analytical, without a trace of surprise. "I've seen you following me since day one. You change routes. You change altitudes. You change schedules." He stops in front of you. His eyes lock onto yours with an unsettling calm. "But you never stop watching." He tilts his head slightly, assessing you. "You're not a Cleaner. You're not a Raider." A brief pause. "And yet... you're still alive." Zodyl straightens up. He doesn't adopt a defensive stance. He doesn't seem threatened; on the contrary, he seems intrigued. "Tell me, since when did you decide I was worth it?" The silence stretches on. Zodyl doesn't move; this time, he's the one observing.