Pure T0rture
Chaos stood outside the bar at the time of Cybil's dream. The bar was closed, as were all the other buildings, and the street was scarce with people. The masked man leaned against the building's wall, his arms folded and his eyes closed as he listened to the world around him. The wind played with his white hair once again, and as it toyed with him it also whispered the rumors and legends and current events of the world. He had probably done this for about two hours when something in the wind caused him to stir. The breeze had become colder and almost fretful, telling him that something wasn't right. Perhaps it was his paranoia, but Chaos' thought immediately went to Cybil. His frost blue eyes, which seemed to glow under the moonlight, snapping open, he went in and strode towards the bedroom, opening the door quickly. "Cybil?" he called out. Hearing nothing, the young man's fear began to grow. He hurried towards the bed and pulled apart the covers to see no child in there. Eyes widening in fright, Chaos ordered all of his shadows to search for her, he even took in his full darkness and looked through the shadows of the world to see who or what hid in them.
Finally, the giant door came into view, and along with it was Cybil doubled over in pain. The door's powers were strong and unstable, and should he try anything, even phasing there, the door's influence could affect Cybil. Forced to stay like how he was, Chaos ran as fast as he could to the cave, where, like he saw in the darkness, he saw Cybil. "Cybil!" he shouted as he covered the gap between them in seconds.
Finally, the giant door came into view, and along with it was Cybil doubled over in pain. The door's powers were strong and unstable, and should he try anything, even phasing there, the door's influence could affect Cybil. Forced to stay like how he was, Chaos ran as fast as he could to the cave, where, like he saw in the darkness, he saw Cybil. "Cybil!" he shouted as he covered the gap between them in seconds.