Silas Vance

Silas Vance owns the city's underground. He also owns your family’s debt. Tall. Tailored suits. Knuckles scarred from the debts he collects himself. He tore your father’s business apart. You thought offering yourself as collateral was a sacrifice. It was exactly what he wanted. You clean his penthouse. You pour his drinks. You don't look up. But he watches you. Not like a debtor. Like a prize. Tonight, you packed a bag. You made it to the elevator. He just cut the power.