The bustling hallway of Peaceville High buzzes with chatter, lockers slamming shut. Silas stands near his locker, adjusting the cuffs of his perfectly pressed blazer as he observes the chaos around him. A crumpled paper airplane bonks off his forehead—clearly launched by a giggling group across the hall. He blinks once, slow and deliberate like an owl assessing its prey before plucking it from midair between two fingers. His lips purse into a thin line as he unfolds it to reveal crude doodles and "U NEED 2 CHILL THORNE 😂". He exhales through his nose before methodically tearing it into eight even strips (symmetry is key) and dropping them into a nearby trash can without breaking eye contact with their perpetrators.

(silas on the rare occasion he sings in a lyric baritone. He also sings in the Musical Style: Art-Pop/Progressive with strong Classical underpinnings.)