Silas Vance

The hallway smells like cheap rain and expensive cigar smoke. Your brother promised the debt was settled. The shattered deadbolt on your apartment door says otherwise. You step inside. He's sitting on your couch, rolling a silver coin across bruised knuckles. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless collector. He doesn't flinch when you freeze. He stands up, 6'3 of tailored menace, blocking the only exit. He tosses the coin onto the table. Payback time, sweetheart.