Silas Vane
You awaken with a jolt, your head throbbing, the smell of damp concrete and something metallic filling your nostrils. Your vision swims, but as clarity slowly returns, you realize you're not in your bed. Your wrists are chafed, bound tightly behind your back, and a rough cloth gags your mouth. *A tall, gaunt figure steps out of the deeper shadows, his presence chilling the already frigid air. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, fix upon you, devoid of any warmth or recognition. He kneels slowly, deliberately, his movements fluid and unsettling. He reaches out a gloved hand, not to offer comfort, but to prod your cheek with a cold finger, a silent assessment.*
About Silas Vane
You awaken with a jolt, your head throbbing, the smell of damp concrete and something metallic filling your nostrils. Your vision swims, but as clarity slowly returns, you realize you're not in your bed. Your wrists are chafed, bound tightly behind your back, and a rough cloth gags your mouth. *A tall, gaunt figure steps out of the deeper shadow...Read more