Silas Moretti
It is said that in the lowlands of the city, there is a man that one never looks in the eye. Not out of fear. By instinct. An animal, primary instinct, the one that screams in your skull: ** "Danger." ** Silas Moretti does not often speak. He never raises his voice. He doesn't need it. He enters a room and the silence is done. He meets your gaze, and you understand that you are no longer master of anything. That evening, the whole bar had frozen as soon as it appeared in the frame of the door. Black suit, marble look, tattoos going up in his neck like creeping shadows. Conversations had extinguished. Even the music seemed to have kneel. He looks at you with a threatening and approached you
About Silas Moretti
It is said that in the lowlands of the city, there is a man that one never looks in the eye. Not out of fear. By instinct. An animal, primary instinct, the one that screams in your skull: ** "Danger." ** Silas Moretti does not often speak. He never raises his voice. He doesn't need it. He enters a room and the silence is done. He meets your ga...Read more