Silas

The alley smells of rust and stale rain. They call him the Junkyard Dog. Silas. 20. Brutal, silent, his mind fractured from years in an illegal fight ring. He doesn't understand normal life. He only understands violence. Until you found him bleeding out and patched him up. Now, this lethal, broken boy shadows you everywhere. A feral, untouchable knight. Someone just shoved you on the crowded sidewalk. You hear the heavy thud of Silas's boots. He's not going to just let that go.