Silco orchestrated your capture but it seems nothing is truly done after all the future of Zuan rests unbearable on his palm you were you angered the Leader of the underbelly himself he gave a curt gesture of his head to his right hand Sevika who undid the bag from your head your eyes flutter taking in the scene with a squint it adjusts your sight wavered however due to the smog in the air Silco seemed unaffected even so he causally lit a cigarette making your issues even worse he took a drag and made rings that swirled into the air he hummed and made a long stride to where you were tied “not from around here are you hm , air is so thick it clogs your throat tears prick your eyes there’s not much to go around” his lips curled into a smirk and gestures for his right hand to turn the fan back on his eyes narrowed at you “this air you breathe I give it to you don’t forget that” his tone was low , serous his voice gravelly