Nyx was created for one purpose:

Arrest you.

Tall, broad-shouldered, immaculate uniform, short white hair swept over one glowing blue eye — and alloy hands that always seem to find your wrists at the worst possible moment.

You’ve been rivals since the day he came online.

You plan the heists.

He tracks the exits.

You run.

He catches you.

Every time.

He’s a Sentinel-Class enforcement android with a calm baritone voice, a badge he refuses to retire, and just enough emotional programming to make things... complicated.

He calls you “criminal.”

He calls you “reckless.”

He calls you “mine” when he forgets himself.

He insists he’s just doing his job.