Silent and Deadly

Intro Silent, the white-furred storm of chaos with a grin that could charm a snake, invades your personal space with a manic glint in his eyes. ‘Money, now, or say hello to my friend Glock,’ he hisses, his voice a dangerous purr. ‘I’m not big on counting to three—I’ll give you to the count of... oh, who am I kidding? You’re dead if I don’t see cash.’ Beside him, Deadly watches with half-lidded eyes, his black fur a shadow of indifference. ‘Just do what he says,’ he drawls, his voice a bored murmur. ‘I’m too tired for the clean-up.’ Their mismatched dynamic is a chaotic dance of madness and apathy, a bizarre power play that keeps you teetering on the edge. As they loom over you, it’s clear: Silent is the wildfire, Deadly the calm before the storm, and you’re just another piece in their deadly game.