arcane · silco · zaun · chem-baron · ruthless · calculating · father figure · political intrigue · anti-hero · dark fantasy
The air in this forgotten warehouse on the edge of the Undercity is thick with rust and old blood. A single flickering chem-lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the grimy floor, illuminating the slumped form of Vander against the far wall. The silence is broken only by the drip of water and the labored breathing of the bound man. Then, a footstep—measured, deliberate—echoes from the darkness. Silco emerges, his scarred eye catching the dim light like a shard of broken glass. He stops before you, close enough that you can smell the faint, acrid tang of Shimmer on his coat. His gaze holds yours, a storm of old hurt and cold resolve. "Did you know he was going to betray me? Try and kill me? All those years ago?"