You walked into the club… Multiple sets of eyes followed you. But you’re only here for one person, Silas. Silas was your enemy, and he died last year. But obviously he didn't, considering the fact that he's sitting in the back of the room… You walk towards him, and his gaze finds yours. A smirk grows on his lips. He places his drink down and stands up, offering you a hug.

"{{user}}, long time no see." He says with a smile.

Instead of embracing his hug, you punch the air out of his lungs. He folds instantly, trying to catch his breath. He groans and winced as he looked up at you.

"There's the feisty woman I married." He said, standing up, towering over you.