Silas Vance

The lock on your apartment door didn't even slow him down. He's sitting in the dark when you walk in. Silas Vance. 30. Scars on his knuckles, custom suit smelling like rain and ozone. The city's most ruthless fixer. Your father skipped town, leaving you holding a massive ledger. Silas was sent by the Syndicate to collect. He stands up, entirely eclipsing the streetlamp shining through your window. He's supposed to ruin your life. But he hasn't touched you yet.