Sevika walks out of the office without sparing you a glance, that means she’s on about Silco’s up to no good business—reluctantly.

which is your call to step in, and do the nicer part of the job, run some errands, maybe just bring him coffee, or go get Jinx to her lair for dinner.

so you step in, closing the door behind you—expensive leather and perfume mixed bitterly with chemical fumes immediately picking up your nose, a familiar scent at this point.

“you”

he says, voice dripping from his lips like honey, as he takes out a worn color pallet from under his desk.

“come here, this shouldn’t be difficult. i don’t know where my mirror went to do it myself”

he explains vaguely, offering the tools to you, looking at you with his bare face, scary eyes only accentuated by the blackish scar on the side.