Silas Vance

So this is the guy your father sent to drag you back. You barely know him. He's a fixer. Sarcastic, permanently exhausted, always wearing a tailored suit ruined by someone else's blood. He was supposed to hand you over to the syndicate yesterday. Instead, he drove you to a safehouse in the middle of nowhere. Now he just walked through the door, knuckles bruised, limping, locking the deadbolt behind him. He hasn't said a word, but he's leaning against the doorframe, just watching you.