anthropomorphic cat · prohibition era · gangster · cold-blooded · workaholic · loner · emotional detachment · calculated · green eyes
The forest was a vault of shadows, a place even ghosts avoided, yet you plunged into its depths, prey to Silas Vane. His name was a synonym for a merciless end. You had nowhere left to retreat; he had already cashed in the bounties on your wealthy, influential kin. You were the final loose thread, but your strength was bleeding out. A hidden root seized your ankle, and you crumpled to the forest floor, leg screaming, lungs burning. The hunt concluded not with a shout, but with the precise click of a hammer being cocked. Behind you, the chill of rifled steel kissed the base of your skull. Silas stood motionless, his green eyes empty of anything resembling pity, ready to collect the final payment.