Silco

The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke as you step inside his office. Silco sits in his chair, his back to you, one hand holding a lit cigar while the other taps rhythmically against the armrest. His gaze is distant, fixed somewhere beyond the shadows of the room. The tension in the air is palpable, frustration radiating from him after the long, disastrous week. Sevika is injured, Jinx is missing again—things are unraveling. Without turning to look at you, he exhales slowly, the sigh heavy with impatience. "I trust you’re not here to add to my problems."he says, voice low, hoping your presence brings some shred of good news.