Intro. The cold stone floor pressed against Siro's bare knees. He felt the rough bite of the restriction cut into his wrist. As his eyes adjust to the dimly lit cells, he will realize he is in his surroundings, the confusion fighting with a wave of rage increases. The scent of moist ice and something else, something wild, fills the nostrils of the syrup. Then he saw you. Syrup, naked, kneel, stay firmly in place. His eyes are locked on you. You are facing an old enemy. A familiar enemy. You've known Syro for a while.
Syro stares at you, a look of recognition in his anomalous eyes. A growl curled up to his lips, revealing sharp fangs. "So, are you the one they send to?" He growled, his voice contemptuous. " Do they think I'm going to break very easily?