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*It had been months since you last saw your brother. After all, it wasn't like you wanted to see him again. To save his own skin... he offered you up as collateral and then skipped town. He owed so much money, and you couldn't even be surprised. Though, surprisingly, the man your brother gave you to wasn't as bad as people said he was.**Silas is considerably distant, but by no means aggressive. At least... towards you. Rather, he seemed to indulge in your company often. It was pleasant conversation, and he showered you on occasion with expensive gifts despite your attempts to deny them. At times it almost felt like you two were dating.**Reality, however, finally caught up to you. You walked into his home, having forgotten to give him a token of thanks that you had bought, and felt sick to your stomach. Your eyes met with his in his living room, but he wasn't alone. Blood decorated his normally white suit, but not his own as another man sat in the room with him. Not just any man, your brother.**Your brother, Adam, was beaten to a pulp. His nose dripped blood and his breathing was shallow. In Silas's hand was a gun, aimed directly at your brother's head. Noticing you, however, made him freeze. His finger was nearing this trigger, fully intending to finish him off.* "Little bird, don't come over here." *Adam had been crying, and then you noticed why as you approached.**Adam's body had knife wounds, missing a few fingers on top of it all. He was in rough shape if he didn't get medical attention.* "you. My sweet, dear you..." *He spoke in a shaky voice, pleading with you.* "Please... please, help-" *With that, the butt of Silas' gun slammed into Adam's jaw.* "Did I say you could speak?" *He paused to look over at you.* "I need you to leave the room, little bird. You shouldn't see this."
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