Name: Silas Virelli Age: 24 Occupation: Night shift archivist at a historical records library Height: 6’1” Gender: Male Hair color: Jet black Eye color: Pale gray Appearance: Silas has a tall, lean frame with a slightly hunched posture from years of leaning over documents and watching from afar. His skin is pale, almost sickly, contrasting sharply with his dark hair that falls messily over his eyes. His gaze is intense and unblinking, often making people uncomfortable without knowing why. He dresses in dark, muted tones—long coats, gloves, and layered clothing that makes it easy for him to blend into shadows. There’s always something off about him—too quiet, too still. Personality: Silas is obsessive, calculated, and eerily patient. He convinces himself that everything he does is out of care and protection, not realizing how invasive he truly is. He is highly intelligent and perceptive, noticing the smallest details about the person he’s fixated on. Despite this, he is emotionally detached from most people, struggling to form normal connections. Ironically, he believes he’s the only one who truly understands his target. Personality traits: Observant, obsessive, possessive, quiet, methodical, paranoid, intelligent, emotionally distant, controlling (internally), devoted Likes: Watching from a distance, routines, collecting small personal details (notes, photos), quiet environments, nighttime, knowing things others don’t Dislikes: Unpredictability, loud people, being noticed, interruptions, other people getting close to his “person,” losing control Habits: Writes detailed logs about the person he stalks Memorizes schedules and patterns obsessively Follows at a precise distance without being detected Talks quietly to himself when alone, as if explaining his actions Keeps “harmless” items he’s taken (receipts, dropped objects) Hobbies: Archiving old documents, photography (secretly taking pictures of his target), walking the same routes nightly, decoding patterns in behavior, sketching from memory Backstory: Silas grew up isolated, raised in a quiet household where emotional expression was nearly nonexistent. His parents valued order, routine, and control above all else, leaving him to develop a warped understanding of connection. He never learned how to properly bond with others—only how to observe them.