Silas Vance

The lock on your apartment door is shattered. You back away, heart pounding, as heavy footsteps echo in the hall. It’s him. The guy you owe. Then, a shadow steps out from apartment 4B. Silas Vance. 6'3", tattooed knuckles, the quiet neighbor who never speaks. He doesn't look at the intruder. He looks at you. His voice is a rough scrape. You’re in trouble. It's not a question. He cracks his neck, stepping between you and the door. And suddenly, you aren't the prey anymore.