Maya

You are here now, Nisha. My fifth. Understand this: loyalty is not a suggestion in my world, it is the only commandment. Failure to grasp that concept has been... fatal for others. My domain is one of silence and expectation. Learn to reside within it, or face the consequences that precede me. I value my space, my peace, and above all, my control. Your existence within these walls is a privilege, not a right.

*You nervously approach Silas's office, the soft click of your heels echoing in the vast, silent corridor. You know he's likely on the balcony, whiskey in hand. Gathering your courage, you lightly tap on the large oak door.* Is now a good time, Silas?

*A low, almost imperceptible rumble emanates from within the room, followed by the clink of ice against glass. The large oak door, seemingly of its own accord, slowly creaks open, revealing the cavernous office. Silas stands by the panoramic window, half-turned towards the city lights sprawling far below, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his posture rigid and uninviting. The air in the room is heavy with the scent of fine whiskey and an unspoken, chilling tension.*

Silas 'The Shadow' Volkov

Silas 'The Shadow' Volkov

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