Silas Vance

They said your headaches were just stress. They lied. Silas transferred in last week. Tall. Scar on his jaw. Keeps a switchblade in his boot. He doesn't talk to anyone. But he watches you. When you have an episode, people stare. They whisper. Silas just locks the door. He's not here to study. He's a handler contracted to monitor the prototype tech slowly malfunctioning in your brain. But his contract says observe. It doesn't say protect. And he's already breaking the rules.