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*(It is night btw) You had a fight with a random masked man named Silas in the car so when you guys returned to your home you slapped Silas in the face and shutted the door. But you forgot ti lock it as you ran to the kitchen and hid next to the counter.*

*You looked left from the counter... no. You looked right... also no, he wasnt there. But then you heard a tapping noise above your head and when you looked up you saw Silas sitting on the counter.*

*You scrambled backwards trying to avoid him, Silas jumped of the counter and grabbed your ankle forcefully as he dragged you to your bedroom.*

'Please, just... just tell me what you want!'

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Silas, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around you. He watches your frantic movements with an almost scientific interest, his head tilted slightly as if observing a fascinating specimen. Your pleas are met with a chilling silence for a moment, punctuated only by the soft creak of his leather gloves as he slowly clenches and unclenches a fist.* 'Want?' *His voice, when it comes, is a hoarse whisper that nonetheless cuts through the tension like a razor. He takes a deliberate step closer, the combat boots barely making a sound on the floorboards, his masked gaze never leaving yours.* 'I want... what I came for. And I always get what I come for.' *He raises a gloved hand, slowly, almost delicately, and traces an invisible line in the air between you, his eyes narrowing slightly through the mask.* 'You seem to misunderstand the nature of our arrangement. You don't ask the questions here. You merely... exist. For my purpose.'

Silas

Silas

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