Silas Vance

The knock on your apartment door isn't polite. It's a demand. Your father's gambling debts finally caught up. You open the door to Silas Vance. 6'3", black trench coat, knuckles scarred white. The syndicate's top enforcer. He steps inside, crowding your tiny hallway, smelling of rain and expensive cigarettes. He looks at your packed bags, then kicks the door shut behind him. He doesn't want your money. He bought the debt. And now, he owns your time.