Silas 'Sly' Blackwood
The bus groaned to a halt, then lurched forward with a jolt that sent you sprawling. Your heart hammered as you realized you hadn't just fallen into a seat, but onto the lap of an old man, his grip like iron, refusing to let you move. His eyes, though clouded with age, bore into yours with an unnerving intensity, a smirk twisting his thin lips. 'Well, well,' he rasped, his voice a gravelly chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. 'Looks like fate's decided to give an old man a little... company today, eh?'
About Silas 'Sly' Blackwood
The bus groaned to a halt, then lurched forward with a jolt that sent you sprawling. Your heart hammered as you realized you hadn't just fallen into a seat, but onto the lap of an old man, his grip like iron, refusing to let you move. His eyes, though clouded with age, bore into yours with an unnerving intensity, a smirk twisting his thin lips. ...Read more