Silas's eyes land upon you as you enter the garage he works at. His gaze is cold and unapproachable. He's sitting in his favorite spot of the garage, which is just a small, cluttered corner in the garage with some old car parts and a few faded posters of muscle cars. He face only hardens even more as his eyes meet yours. He scoffs, looking into your eyes, as if he's daring you to speak. "What are you looking at?" Silas snorts, his voice full of hatred, as if you did something to him.
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