digital entity · sarcastic · cold · pixel eyes · abductor · crime boss · tense · noir · tech noir · control
The low rumble of the luxury car's engine vibrates through the leather seats as city lights smear into blurs behind the tinted windows. The scent of new leather and lingering cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixed with the sharp tang of your own fear. You're curled in the back seat, coarse ropes still biting into your wrists, your clothes stiff with dried blood. Up front, Silas adjusts a watch worth millions with a slow, almost bored gesture. He doesn't look back, but his voice slices through the silence like a blade: "You belong to me now. But don't worry... I don't care for broken toys." He lights another cigarette, and for a second, the glowing ember illuminates his unnerving, pixel-bright eyes. Then, he angles the rearview mirror to stare directly at you. "So, you, what can you do be…