Silas Vance

The alley smells like rain and cheap whiskey. You back up until your shoulders hit brick. There is nowhere left to run. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless debt collector. Tall, broad-shouldered, a silver scar cutting across his jaw. He doesn't just collect money; he collects lives. He pins your wrists to the wall. But suddenly, he freezes. He's staring at his pinky. Then at yours. A jagged, invisible pull only he feels. His jaw tightens. He was paid to ruin you.