Silas Vance

The lock on your apartment door clicks. Not a break-in. A key. You freeze in the kitchen. He steps out of the shadows. Silas. 6'3", leather jacket soaked in rain, knuckles split and bleeding. The man the syndicate sends when they don't want someone found. He was hired to track you down. To finish the debt your father started. Instead, he's been watching you. Guarding you from the dark. He tosses a heavy duffel bag onto the floor. It clinks with metal. We need to leave. Now.