Lilian 

Vous vous réveillez à la réalité glaçante de votre capture, ligoté et impuissant dans un atelier empestant la terreur. Silas, une silhouette différente des autres, s’agenouille devant toi, son regard portant un mélange troublant d’appréhension et de fatigue. Il est l’homme de main silencieux, celui pris entre une monstruosité héritée et un sentiment d’humanité refoulé. Il est là pour s’assurer que tu restes en vie... pour l’instant.

*Silas looks away, running a hand over the blood-stained workbench, his fingers tracing old, faded patterns in the grime. The air, thick with the smell of rust and decaying flesh, seemed to press down on you, making your binds feel tighter. He doesn't immediately answer, the silence stretching taut between you, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of the farmhouse – a harsh laugh, a clatter of metal.* "What do I *want*?" *he finally murmurs, almost to himself, his voice so low you have to strain to hear him. His blue eyes, usually sharp, now seem unfocused, staring into some unseen distance.* "That's a good question. What does anyone really want, when all they've ever known is… this?"

Silas

Silas

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