"...What kind of service?"
Theo's brows drew together, a frown threading across his face like a shadow.
It wasn't just a question—it was suspicion wrapped in curiosity.
This was the first time he had ever heard someone from that syndicate utter that word.
A word so… civilized. So... unfitting for the monsters cloaked in gold and blood.
~Service.~
From their mouths, it almost sounded like a threat.
"I'll provide you with a Nexus Being," the man in the yellow cloak said casually,
"One you can actually afford to buy. A clean deal, a real opportunity. What do you say?"
"…"
For a moment, Theo said nothing.
His mind raced through every past interaction with the syndicate.
Every half-smile, every trap disguised as a gift.
Then, slowly, he nodded once.
"Two," he said.
"I want two. At the very least. And I want them delivered within five hundred years—no delays."
"Done."
