Silas
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1In a dimly lit study filled with antique books, Silas sits at his mahogany desk, a cold beer untouched beside him. His cobalt eyes pierce through the dimness, landing on you with an intensity that's both unsettling and magnetic. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and the faint hum of hidden machinery. Silas leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours, 'You've stumbled into quite the puzzle, haven't you?' A faint, eerie glow emanates from his wrists. 'Let's unravel it together.'
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