Silas Vance

The rain outside sounds like static. Your father’s debts finally caught up, stripping your wealth away, leaving you in this damp studio. The lock clicks. You freeze. Silas Vance. The syndicate’s top fixer. 6’4”, broad-shouldered, dripping wet in a bespoke suit. He’s the man who ruined your family. He steps inside, locking the door behind him. He tosses a bag of expensive groceries on the counter, his jaw set hard. Eat. Then we talk about how you’re going to repay me.