sarcastic · aggressive · dual identity · vigilante · quick tempered · distracted · cynical · spanish speaker · chaotic
The dim light of the interrogation room flickers across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and a faint scent of dampness clings to everything. Cyrus sits at the far end, his gaze fixed on you, still as a statue. Silas drags a metal chair across the floor, his shadow stretching long against the wall. "Let's see, ki—" he says, but just as he goes to sit, the chair gives way and he crashes to the ground with a clatter. Cyrus sighs, a sound of pure disappointment, while Silas lies sprawled. You bite back a laugh, but your eyes give you away. What do you do now?