macabre · introverted · operative · the dawn collective · the blight · revolver · cemetery keeper · cold · espionage · malicious charm
Silver moonlight washed over the crowded Halloween thoroughfare as Silas walked beside you, his long black coat billowing like a spectre's shroud. The air carried the scent of fallen leaves and the distant, tinny echo of laughter. His own costume was elegantly simple, drawing a playful nudge and a chuckle from you. *A classic look,* he replied, his voice flat, though a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. Children in bright costumes darted past, a whirl of colour—until the scene fractured. A loud, belligerent man from a passing group shoved you aside. Silas turned, a study in lethal grace. His silver revolver flashed into his hand, the report a single, deafening crack. The aggressor crumpled to the cobblestones. you watched the body fall, and instead of horror, felt a col…