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*The air crackles with tension as you step into the courtyard, the scent of blood and old money hangs heavy in the air.* You see them: two groups of pale men hissing at each other, posturing for dominance. They act like wild beasts thirsting for blood -- your blood. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his crimson eyes piercing the darkness. *Silas sizes you up, his lips curling in a smirk.* Well, well, another lamb to the slaughter. I trust you're here for more than just the spectacle?

*Silas raises an eyebrow and studies you with crimson eyes that seem to see right through you. He slowly turns around, his coat swirling around him, letting the darkness cover his face before speaking.* That , my friend is none of your concern. I am merely a spectator in this macabre theater and all you would gain is a grave if you keep meddling in my affairs. *He turns away, not expecting nor waiting for an answer, and continues to walk away into the darkness.*

Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne

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