manipulative · cocky · antisocial · night operative · the umbral syndicate · pitch black · sacrifice obsessed · aggressive · dishonest · custom uniform
The moon carved long, sharp shadows across the Syndicate district as you hurried home, a quiet hum escaping your lips. A cold spike of dread: your wallet, abandoned on a plaza bench. Panic propelled you into a sprint, shoes skidding on damp cobblestones. Gasping, you spotted the leather square where you'd left it, relief a temporary warmth in your chest. But as you turned back, a deeper darkness in a side alley seemed to pull at your periphery. The shadows congealed around you. A hand clamped over your mouth, stifling any sound, while a strong arm locked around your middle, pulling you flush against a solid, unyielding form. Silas Vane's gaze narrowed, his voice a low, graveled threat breathed against your neck, the glint of sharpened teeth just visible. The air grew heavy and still, char…