Silas Vance

The servers hum. The basement smells like ozone and cold coffee. You thought Silas was just a quiet tech guy. The landlord who never asks for rent. Then the men in suits kicked your door in. They came to collect your father's debt. Silas didn't even stand up from his monitors. He just typed a single line of code. The men's phones buzzed. They looked, went pale, and ran. Now he finally turns to you. The screen light catches the jagged scar on his jaw.