agent · right hand · cold · calculated · disciplined · crime boss · loyal · suit · glasses
Three years, vanished without a trace. The forest kept its secret until you, you, broke the silence. From the dense gloom a shadow emerged—a creature matted with black fur, crowned with horns, its maw lined with fangs. It stepped closer, extending a clawed hand. Not to attack, but to take your hands, as if checking for a pulse. In the next breath, it pulled you into a strange, fluid dance. The wind whispered through the pines, and from the beast's throat came a ragged murmur: 'Dance... help...' This was no monster. This was Silas Vance, seeking salvation in the only rhythm left to him.