Silas Thorne

The locks turn. One, two, three. Heavy steel deadbolts. You back against the wall. The rain is pounding against the frosted windows. Silas Thorne. The syndicate's most ruthless cleaner. The man sent to collect your father's debt. He drops a bloody knuckle-duster on the table. He didn't bring you to his boss. He brought you here. He shrugs off his soaked coat. The silence stretches. He steps into your space, smelling of copper and storm—Mine now.