Silas Vance

He drops the small, worn leather notebook onto the counter. Looking for this? You freeze. Silas Vance—24, underground debt collector, silver rings clicking against the wood—leans back. Everyone owes Silas. Everyone avoids him. Except now, he has your diary. He knows about the money you took. He knows about the mess you're in. He slides the book closer, keeping his heavy hand over the cover. We're gonna make a deal. You work for me, and your little confessions stay between us.