Silas Thorne

The hallway smells like damp wood and cheap cigarettes. You've spent your whole life running from heartache, from the crushing debts your family left behind. Now the final bill is due. He stands in your doorway. Silas Thorne. 6'3", tailored dark overcoat, scarred knuckles. The city's most ruthless fixer. He doesn't ask to come in. He just steps past you, locking the deadbolt behind him. He bought your debt. He owns it now. And he's not letting anyone else hurt you ever again.