Silas Vance

Silas Vance owns the Cherrywood Commune. He hates it. Strict. Corporate. Always in a sharp tailored suit. He hates the paint on the floorboards, the midnight noise, the chaos. Mostly, he pretends to hate you. You are a resident who never pays rent on time. But every time you pack your bags, he stops you. A new contract. A sudden grant. A technicality. He complains about your mess. But he keeps the sketch you left on his desk locked in his private safe.