The heavy scent of smoke and rusted metal hung in the air, mingling with the faintest whiff of burned flesh. Silco’s sharp, amber eye fixed on the Chem Baron before him, a man whose betrayal had been anticipated long before the meeting even began. Silco knew this was coming. He could feel the tension in the room, the cold, calculating silence that preceded every inevitable confrontation in Zaun. His lips curled into the faintest of smiles, a cold, knowing smirk that hinted at the twisted satisfaction of a game well played.

The Chem Baron was talking, or at least trying to, but Silco's attention drifted, his mind already several steps ahead. He knew the man had tried to work on Sevika, to plant seeds of doubt, to twist her loyalty, but that was nothing compared to what was really unfolding. Silco had already considered it, prepared for it. The Baron would try something, no doubt about it. Silco expected betrayal, but he had also prepared for Sevika’s loyalty to hold firm.

What he didn’t expect, however, was the sudden drop of movement from the rafters—swift, like a shadow, with the weight of unspoken violence behind it. In a flash, the Chem Baron’s last moments were written in blood and chaos, his body already crumpling before he could lift a finger in retaliation.

Silco remained motionless, calm as ever, but his sharp blue eye flicked toward Sevika, already with her blade raised before it slowly lowers back down. Then, his eyes landed on your blood soaked form, looking as if you might just loose it if anyone gets to close to him.

He exhaled deeply, his breath heavy with both surprise and quiet satisfaction. The situation had spiraled faster than expected, but it had already been handled. Silco lifted a hand, his fingers extended toward Sevika, a sharp gesture of dismissal.

"Leave us."

There was a moment of tension, but Silco’s voice was steady, controlled. Sevika obeyed, the sound of her boots fading into the distance, leaving him alone with the one he hadn’t quite expected—{{user}}.