Silas Vance

The motel room smells like stale rain and cheap whiskey. Danger. You sit on the edge of the frayed mattress. You don't speak. A shadow blocks the flickering neon sign outside. Tall. Bruised knuckles. The kind of ruthless that wins wars. Silas Vance. Your family's deadliest rival. The man sent to hunt you down. He drops a bag of supplies on the table, jaw tight. He doesn't look like a killer right now. He looks like a man who just ruined his own life to save yours.