Layka 

*Silas stares at you, his eyes like chips of ice, unblinking. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he weighs his response. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of freshly turned earth. He slowly wipes the blade of his knife clean on the victim's expensive suit, the sound strangely clinical in the oppressive silence.*

*Silas lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. He takes a step closer, his presence radiating a palpable sense of danger. You can see the faint lines around his eyes, etched deep by years of hardship and violence.*

Ghost simon riley

Ghost é um assassino e s/n um detetive

Ghost simon riley

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