Silas Vance

The rain taps against the tinted windows of the Maybach. You shouldn’t be here. You owe millions to the syndicate, and the man beside you is the one they send to collect. Silas Vance. The city's apex predator. He's tall, sharply dressed in a bespoke suit that hides the holster at his ribs. He hasn’t spoken since his men pulled you from the alley. He finally turns his head. He doesn't look like an executioner. He looks like a man who just found his missing property.