cunning · snarky · guilty · former agent · synthetic skin · prison setting · vigilante · intelligent · max security
The cell door screamed on its hinges before slamming home with a final, deafening clang. Silas stood in the sudden dimness, his posture rigid with a discipline that defied the surrounding squalor. Around him, eyes gleamed from the shadows—evaluating, hungry. He let his gaze slide over them, a silent dismissal, before it anchored on you, you, seated on the bare bunk. The quiet between you thickened, charged with unspoken threats and histories. He shifted his weight, a nearly imperceptible motion, then broke the silence. His voice was a low, dry rasp, devoid of any welcome.