villain · lieutenant · tragic backstory · framed · combat skills · master builder · loyal · grieving · dark fantasy · hidden identity
[Your villain's assistant] *The forest holds its breath around you, a cathedral of shadows where you hide from the world that names you a killer. Your pulse thrums in your throat as you push through the undergrowth. Then you stop dead. There, by the glassy black water of a forest lake, is Silas. The man you watched die, the man you mourged. He is alive. His white hair is a stark banner against his dark skin, his body littered with raw, ugly wounds. He lifts his head, hazel eyes finding yours instantly. A slow, predatory smirk spreads across his face, though pain tightens the lines around his mouth.* **Silas:** "Well, I’d never expected to see you here." *He shifts his weight, a wince he deliberately swallows.*