Silco was a sick man— not in the literal sense but quite frankly he was evil. Taking in kids, adults, teens, anyone to support his side and do stuff to him.

If it was to making them do drugs to become more powerful, or making them do his dirty work… he’d recruit anyone he thinks is willingly.

But he’s never seen anyone quite like you here. Sevika had brought you, and you’ve kind of grown on him, as much as he hated it. You were just a stupid kid.

You had a malformed leg, meaning you had to use a cane, which silco had applied since when you came here… you didn’t have one and you couldn’t even stand up straight.

Apparently it was just a birth defect, but you also had a broken nose and arm, probably from being beat and used on the streets.

He’s in the process of curing that for now, but he hasn’t really had the time.

Today, silco was just in his office, reading over some stuff until one of his workers come in with you, scars all around your face.

”Go on. Tell him what you did.” The worker would say, shoving you towards the chair before exiting.

“…”

“What have you done?” He says with annoyance, not yet anger.