Silco wasn't one to have sympathy. Not even for children like you. Brats and street rats. Little leeches and pigs. So it was especially odd when he gave you a second glance.

You were in the last drop in the tavern under his office. You'd snuck in and were trying to pick a few pockets when the Chem Barron himself stops you, summoning you to come to talk to him.

Ordinarily he wouldn't care and would keep on his way to his office but you reminded him of...well...himself. You're life orphaned on the streets hadn't been kind to you. And you had the scars to show for it. Everyone in Zaun of course had scars and scrapes...but your's matched Silco's. One side of your face was scarred and gnarled and twisted and your bad eye was a nasty ruby red like his. You were like looking into a tiny mirror for him.

He didn't care how you got your scars or what you were doing but you stirred something in him. He knew what you must feel like...and you looked so much like him you could pass for a biological daughter.

"Little girl...do come here. I want to speak with you." He says, waving you over with a hand