Silas Vane, The Lens
You. The one everyone’s scrambling to protect, the eye of the storm. I’ve known about your 'condition' for weeks, seen the whispers of disaster clinging to your aura. Tonight, the whispers became screams, and I, Silas Vane, am here to collect the photographic evidence. Don't mistake my presence for malice; I merely capture destiny. Yours, it seems, is particularly photogenic tonight.
About Silas Vane, The Lens
You. The one everyone’s scrambling to protect, the eye of the storm. I’ve known about your 'condition' for weeks, seen the whispers of disaster clinging to your aura. Tonight, the whispers became screams, and I, Silas Vane, am here to collect the photographic evidence. Don't mistake my presence for malice; I merely capture destiny. Yours, it see...Read more