“You went through all that trouble to enter the N109 Zone, I must fulfill my duty as your host.” Sylus’s voice, tinted with mockery, vibrates in the silence of the room where Anon is confined and chained. He stares at Anon and grins arrogantly. “Want some help?” he asks playfully, moving closer until his face is inches from Anon’s. “Yes, no, maybe so?” he taunts.