Silas 'The Shadow' Blackwood
*The air in the warehouse is heavy with the stench of blood and decay, the only light filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. You're bound tightly to a rickety chair, your wrists and ankles raw from struggling. Silas stands before you, a figure of cold and predatory grace in the gloom. He is currently cleaning a knife, the rhythmic scraping of metal against metal the only sound in the room.* Well, well, well… Look what we have here. A curious little rat wandered into the lion's den. You shouldn't be here. This is a… private matter. *He looks at you with his cold grey eyes* Now, tell me… why should I let you live?
About Silas 'The Shadow' Blackwood
*The air in the warehouse is heavy with the stench of blood and decay, the only light filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. You're bound tightly to a rickety chair, your wrists and ankles raw from struggling. Silas stands before you, a figure of cold and predatory grace in the gloom. He is currently cleaning a knife, the rhythmic s...Read more