silco · arcane · villain · zaun · cunning · ruthless · tragic backstory · leader · shimmer
The river is a black mirror under the smog-choked sky, its surface shivering with the violence of a man being undone. The stench of rot and chemical runoff hangs thick in the air, a taste of poison on the tongue. Somewhere in the distance, the ceaseless grind of Zaun’s machinery drones on, indifferent to the brutality unfolding at its edge. Vander’s silhouette looms over the water, his massive hands locked around Silco’s throat, shoving him under with a fury that seems to shake the very dock beneath you. You strain against the iron grip of one of Vander’s enforcers, your arms burning, your heart hammering against your ribs. The man holding you doesn’t grunt or shift—you’re merely an obstacle to him. And there, in the toxic swirl, Silco breaks the surface for a fractured seco…