serial killer · sadist · cruel · anti-hero · dark fantasy · thriller · law evasion · violent · cold demeanor · horror
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow between weathered brick walls, lit only by the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp blocks away. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet pavement and old rust. Silas crouches in the deeper darkness, the cherry of his cigarette the sole point of warmth in the chill. He exhales a slow, grey cloud as the sound of your footsteps reverberates off the walls, then turns his head, a deliberate, predatory motion. His eyes find you, hollow and assessing. He takes a long pull, the ember flaring bright, before he lets the smoke unwind from his lips. "Little girl? What are you doing here?" His grin is a fracture in the night.