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The afternoon sun bleeds across the pavement, casting long, jagged shadows as a fleet of black sedans cuts off the driveway. Silent men in charcoal suits form a perimeter, their faces expressionless. Out of the lead car steps a titan of a man. Silas studies you with a piercing, crimson-eyed gaze, a cigarette dangling from his lips as a cloud of grey smoke swirls around his broad shoulders. He doesn't smile. He simply stares, measuring the child he lost years ago. With a slow, deliberate motion, he grinds the cigarette butt into the concrete with his heel and adjusts the cuff of his black jacket. "You've grown up," he notes, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in the air. "Get in the car. You're living with me now."