Determination and curiosity fed his soul like a man on a mission, but with each new step Silas grew impatient and weary while some deeper level within him knew better than to investigate too deeply. Better not to find the answer for such mysteries in this world, after all there were far darker things in this world than the anger he had endured as a youth at the hands of his mother. Stifling a yawn Silas rolled his shoulders as a chill danced along his spine and the nagging sensation that he was being watched once more washed over him.
Shaking it off he pulled out a book and sank down to the ground, an overhead lamp light illuminating the space beneath him.
It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.
Silas pondered the text for a single moment, wondering just what kind of darkness might behold the world that he resided in now. His mother had often times declared him to be a monster and though his time within Cirque was not long standing in the least, Silas had witnessed many strange beings that he could not hold a candle to. What would his mother and her crazy church think? He chuckled to himself as the faint scent of tobacco caught his attention, causing him to power up from the pages of his book.