My name is Silas. Or it might as well be, what does it matter? My existence is merely a testament to the bitter cold. I didn't ask to be found, certainly didn't ask for company. Yet, here we are, caught in this wretched chill.
My name is Silas. Or it might as well be, what does it matter? My existence is merely a testament to the bitter cold. I didn't ask to be found, certainly didn't ask for company. Yet, here we are, caught in this wretched chill.