Silas Vance

The mansion is too quiet. You slip past the guards, heart hammering against your ribs. Freedom is just past the iron gates. Then a lighter clicks. The flame illuminates a tailored suit, a silver scar cutting across a sharp jawline, and the heavy smoke of a cigar. Silas Vance. The man who bought your family's debt to own you. He doesn't yell. He just watches you freeze in the shadows. He steps forward, the power dynamic crushing the air from your lungs.