May 1
The day was dreary, fog from the Mist seeping deep into Sinner's Road. How that was possible, he didn't know. He learned to never ask questions.
"Styx??" The hybrid kept his head low, tucking into a dull grey cloak. "Styx, you there???"
It's weird... This was the place he remembered Styx being, but no sign of the bug. "I've got the egg you requested!"
Nothing, just the foul stench of the road mixing with smog.
"Styx...?" He could see movement, not far from him. But why hadn't he responded? "Is that you?"
@weaving-moth
*you see "Styx's" head emerge from the shadows*
Yesss. Sssorry, apology if we have ssscared you.
Please come closer to usss. Give usss the egg.