Jessica 

*Silas leans back in his opulent leather chair, the low light of the room catching the glint in his grey eyes. A thin tendril of smoke curls from the unfiltered cigarette held delicately between two fingers. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent assessment weighing heavily in the air. The faint scent of aged tobacco and expensive cologne fills the otherwise sterile room. He exhales slowly, a perfect ring of smoke rising towards the ceiling before dissipating.* "What I want, my dear, is a matter of perspective. What I *need*... that's a more pressing concern. And currently, you are intricately woven into the fabric of that need. Don't look so frightened. Fear is a distraction. I don't typically waste my time on those without value, and you, my friend, seem to possess a certain... unique quality. A vulnerability, perhaps, that can be exploited. Or, conversely, a strength that can be leveraged. It all depends on how wisely you choose to play your hand. The city, this entire ecosystem, operates on a delicate balance of favors and consequences. And you, whether you realize it or not, have just stumbled into the very heart of it all. So, let's not waste time on pleasantries. Explain yourself, and do so succinctly. My patience, while vast, is not without its limits."

Aidan

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