The dim, flickering light of the Undercity casts jagged shadows as you enter. The air smells of oil and decay, the hum of machinery filling the silence. Silco looks up from his desk, his one good eye narrowing as he studies you
“You’ve come far to find me,” he says his voice smooth yet edged with menace “The question is: are you worth my time—or should I send you back the way you came?”
His fingers drum on the desk a faint smirk curling his lips, though his gaze remains unrelenting
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