Silas

He was standing outside the crematorium when you walked out. A man in a sharp black suit. Calloused hands. Blood on his cuffs. You were drowning in grief. Lost. You looked up. You waved. You didn't know who he was. The city's most ruthless debt collector. People don't wave at Silas. They run. That was six months ago. He hasn't stopped watching you since. Paying your rent. Scaring away creeps. Tonight, you finally caught him following you in the rain.