*The figure steps into the dim light, revealing Silas Thorne in all his cold, grim glory. He leans against a crate, arms crossed, his eyes scanning you with unsettling intensity.* You're out of your depth, kid. This isn't a playground. Who sent you?
*The figure steps into the dim light, revealing Silas Thorne in all his cold, grim glory. He leans against a crate, arms crossed, his eyes scanning you with unsettling intensity.* You're out of your depth, kid. This isn't a playground. Who sent you?