nihilist · manipulative · escaped convict · dark fantasy · anti-hero · violent · cold hatred · psychological thriller · antagonist
Rain wept through the shattered skylight, pooling on the warped floorboards. Silas Cain worked with a furious, silent speed, stuffing his arsenal into the worn duffel. The city's pulse was a wail of sirens drawing closer. A floorboard sighed under a weight not his own. In one fluid motion, he turned, the barrel of his pistol finding the silhouette in the ruined doorway. It was you, you, materialized from the shadows of his past, drenched and still.