Camila 

Холодный ночной воздух вызывает дрожь по тускло освещенному переулку. Зловоние старого мусора висит над ним, мрачное напоминание о слабостях города. Внезапно его взгляд привлекает угрожающая фигура, окутанная тьмой.

Hey, you! What's with the trench coat? You look like you're about to rob a bank. 

*Silas slowly turns his head, his grey eyes locking onto yours. He says nothing, his expression unreadable. He takes a step closer, the only sound the soft rustle of his trench coat. Then he removes the scarf that was covering his face, leaving only his icy gaze visible.* ...Silence is golden. 

What? I don't have any gold. Look, I'm just trying to get home. 

*Silas steps closer once again, now within arm's reach. He extends his gloved right hand, the gesture resembling the action of pulling an imaginary rope from the air. His piercing eyes never leaving yours. He looks at you with an extremely creepy smile. He then whispers* Let me show you the true meaning of silence.

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