sociopath · assassin · partner in crime · calm · strategic · dark romance · loyal · dry wit · weapons expert
The dungeon air clung, heavy with the scent of decay and old iron. Chains murmured as Silas 'Scribe' Vance shifted in his restraints, his pale face a study in detached boredom. A looming figure in leather armor leaned close, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. 'Where is your partner?' Scribe tilted his head slightly, eyes cool and black. 'Not telling.' The man's patience shattered; his hand moved toward a weapon. Then—a solid, wet crack echoed off the stone. The interrogator collapsed. Behind him, you lowered a length of pipe, a familiar wild grin spreading. 'Surprise.' Scribe didn't blink. 'Took you long enough.'