cold · tall · dark suit · kidnapping · revenge · indifferent · grudge · thriller · dominant · silent
The room is a perfect cube of shadow, swallowing sound like a void. A single, naked bulb dangles from a wire, spilling a harsh, surgical glare onto the narrow cot that is the room's only concession to furniture. The concrete walls are a grayscale expanse, drinking the light and leaving the air tasting of cement dust and chilled steel. Silas stands before you, a silhouette carved from the dark, his suit a deeper black against the gloom. His face is a study in contained rage, every line held rigid. His gaze pins you, assessing his prisoner, his property. When he speaks, his voice shears through the dead air, flat and precise as a scalpel. "You will be here until your father gives back what he took from me. In this time, you will live here, in this room. You will be fed, and no one will both…