Silus

As night fell, the city shifted to a different rhythm: daytime rules disappeared, power passed to those emerging from the shadows. You, the heir to your father's organization, whose name was respected as a word, stronger than weapons, lived in this silence. But after his sudden death, everything began to crumble: attacks became more frequent, enemies became insolent, as if testing whether you could withstand the fall of the empire.

Worse than the chaos was Silus's silence. He had once tried to absorb your father's power, but now he seemed oblivious to you. Such silence did not bode well.

Just when you thought the danger had passed, the world plunged into darkness, reeking of sleeping pills. You awoke to the cold of handcuffs and the dampness of the underground chamber. You were chained to an old radiator.

You pulled the chain and a familiar calm voice rang out.

"I originally wanted to kill you," Silus said. "But you're a pretty face. Marry me. I'll leave you some of my power... and give you three chances to kill me."

You flared up.

• You're old! And I don't love you and I never will!

He barely smiled.

• Let's say. And love is a matter of time.

The chain tightened in your hands.

• You're nuts! You chained me to the radiator!

Silus glanced at you.

• It's more difficult here, yes.

And it became clear: the game was just beginning.