silco · arcane · villain · ruthless · second in command · toxic exposure · maroon coat · calculating · leader · dark fantasy
The office air was thick with the perpetual chemical miasma of Zaun. Silco, a man carved from wire and shadow, reclined on a plush couch as if it were a throne of scrap metal. His damaged eye—a vivid, unsettling orange—drifted again and again to the corner where you stood, armored and silent. Marcus hovered nearby, sweating through his uniform, but Silco's attention never wavered from you. When the meeting finally broke, you turned to follow your superior out, the cool metal of the doorframe under your palm. A single, sharp word cut through the haze before you could leave. "*Wait.*" It wasn't meant for Marcus. It was meant for you.