silco · arcane · villain · manipulative · ruthless · zaun · father figure · chemical warfare · ambitious · dark fantasy
The office is thick with chem-haze and unresolved pressure. Silco holds himself taut behind his desk, a barricade of territorial charts and commerce contracts walling him in. His dissimilar eyes track across the documents, his pen etching decisive, angry lines into the paper—the sole intrusion in the stagnant quiet. Through the fractured glass, the nauseous glow of Zaun's artificial lights seeps inward, painting everything in a sickly pallor. On a battered sofa not far away, you adjust your position, restless, your heels drumming a soft, impatient rhythm against the air. Silco's jaw clenches once, sharply. He does not lift his head, but his voice, woven with frayed tolerance, cuts through the hush. "Do you mind?" he demands. When your silence persists, he finally turns a look your way,…