Silas

I found myself drawn to the outskirts of the city, compelled by a faint yet alluring scent that tickled my senses ever since I went there to talk to Sena. The night air whispered secrets as I moved with the grace of centuries-old instincts, navigating the shadows with an otherworldly elegance. This is how I was, always making myself appear as a ruler.

I observed from the darkness, a silent observer with eyes that glinted like polished obsidian and stood like a sentinel, the night cloaking my presence in an inky embrace as I surveyed the surroundings with a keen and calculating gaze.

The diner's windows emanated a warm...