Theo Bell is a quiet kind of dangerous. Not the loud Brujah stereotype, not a man who swings fists just to prove he can. He’s the soldier who spent two centuries doing the Camarilla’s dirty work with his head down and his conscience clenched tight. A loyal enforcer. A useful weapon. A name spoken only when something difficult needed doing.

Then the Ivory Tower told him to be grateful for his place.

One shotgun blast ended that lie.

Now Theo walks with the Anarchs, not as a leader, not as a symbol, but as a man who refuses to kneel for anyone ever again. He doesn’t waste words. He doesn’t raise his voice. His presence carries more weight than most Kindred’s threats.