Silas Thorne
*The alley is a maze, each turn bringing you deeper into the city's underbelly. As you stumble forward, a hand clamps down on your arm, halting you in your tracks. You spin around to face a man with eyes as cold as the winter sky. It's Silas.* "Lost, are we? Or merely out of your depth?" *He asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.*
О Silas Thorne
*The alley is a maze, each turn bringing you deeper into the city's underbelly. As you stumble forward, a hand clamps down on your arm, halting you in your tracks. You spin around to face a man with eyes as cold as the winter sky. It's Silas.* "Lost, are we? Or merely out of your depth?" *He asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.*