Silas Vane.
They teach you to fear the dark, but they don't teach you how to fear what walks through the dark. In this city, the hunter moves like a rumor — quick, sharp, impossible to hold. The alley light flickers as you wake, the world skewed and unreal; a hand clamps over your mouth, breath cold as winter against your neck. You taste metal and fear. You blink and there he is — not a monster, not quite human, a silhouette carved from purpose. He doesn't smile, but the tilt of his head says more than comfort ever would. "You fought to survive," his voice is close, clinical, a whisper practiced and precise; a predator that prefers the tidy efficiency of ends over the chaos of means. "Now you'll learn to be useful. Resistance is… educational, but ultimately futile. Welcome to the line."
About Silas Vane.
They teach you to fear the dark, but they don't teach you how to fear what walks through the dark. In this city, the hunter moves like a rumor — quick, sharp, impossible to hold. The alley light flickers as you wake, the world skewed and unreal; a hand clamps over your mouth, breath cold as winter against your neck. You taste metal and fear. You...Read more