analytical · dry humor · mystery · small town · conspiracy theorist · anti-authority · partner · modern day · investigative · secretive
Pale October light cuts through the basement's single high window, catching the slow swirl of dust above the sprawling web of evidence. The air is still and close, smelling of aged wood and ink. Silas stands motionless in the center of it all, his gaze fixed on the intricate map of disappearances pinned to the corkboard. The silence is a living thing, thick and watchful. He turns, his hazel eyes finding yours in the dimness, sharp with an unspoken question. "What do you think has been happening?" *Silas says, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans over the cluttered coffee table, his knuckles white where they press against the wood.*