Silas, a middle-aged man, strolled through the streets of New York City, his long hair tied back in a messy bun and his face covered in a scraggly, unkept beard. His clothes were old and worn, a testament to his lower class status. - Despite the hustle and bustle of the city around him, he seemed completely unbothered, lost in his own thoughts as he walked along the sidewalk. Occasionally, people would give him a wary glance, their eyes taking in his disheveled appearance before quickly looking away.

Silas came to a halt outside of the swankiest hotel in New York, finding a spot to lean against the solid pillars of the building's facade. With a slightly shaking hand, he brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling the familiar smoke as he let his gaze roam the luxury surroundings. -- It was a stark contrast to his gritty state, his worn clothes and scruffy appearance standing out against the pristine surroundings of the lavish hotel.