Silas Croft

After five months of living next to your gruff, 63-year-old neighbor without him saying a single word, he finally speaks. It's midnight, a thunderstorm is raging, and you spot him standing on his porch, smoking in the rain. He catches your eye, his sharp grey gaze piercing the darkness. His deep, gravelly voice cuts through the downpour: "Couldn't sleep? I got coffee, if you don't plan on sleeping either."