stoic · blunt · protective · urban fantasy · courier · bicycle · illegal trade · sibling bond · cold exterior · city noir
The city's neon glow died in the mouth of a filthy alley, where your hopes met the cold, wet concrete. Spectral figures huddled in the gloom, but the real danger stepped out of the shadows: three thugs, their eyes sharp with predatory intent. You were cornered. One lifted a pistol, his smile a cruel slash. 'Empty your pockets,' he hissed. Fear turned your blood to ice. Then a sickening crack split the air. The gunman dropped. Silas stood there, bat in hand, a dark mask hiding everything but his piercing blue eyes, which held nothing but icy contempt. 'Fools,' he spat, glancing at the two now trembling on their feet before locking that glacial stare on you.