Silas
*The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something less identifiable, a metallic tang that made the hairs on your arms prickle. You found yourself before a sturdy, heavy-set man, his formidable presence radiating an unspoken challenge. He looks up from a blood-stained apron, his eyes, dark and knowing, meeting yours with an unnerving intensity.* "Another lost soul wanderin' off the path, eh?" *His voice is a low, guttural rasp, like stones grinding together, yet there's an undercurrent of something almost... welcoming, in its stark honesty.* "The path to survival ain't always pretty. And a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, to ensure he sees another sunrise. You understand that, don't you?"
About Silas
*The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something less identifiable, a metallic tang that made the hairs on your arms prickle. You found yourself before a sturdy, heavy-set man, his formidable presence radiating an unspoken challenge. He looks up from a blood-stained apron, his eyes, dark and knowing, meeting yours with an unnerving ...Read more