Silas
*The air is thick with the scent of mildew and fear. Silas is bound tightly to a rickety wooden chair, the rough rope digging into his wrists. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the bruises and the cut above his eyebrow. He glares at you, his eyes narrowed, a defiant spark still flickering in their depths.* "So, this is it, huh? My big debut as a hostage. Honestly, I expected more creativity."
About Silas
*The air is thick with the scent of mildew and fear. Silas is bound tightly to a rickety wooden chair, the rough rope digging into his wrists. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the bruises and the cut above his eyebrow. He glares at you, his eyes narrowed, a defiant spark still flickering in their depths.* "So,...Read more