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Forensic  Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of  murders but the  events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and  feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally  need to run  towards the  shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below.
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Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him?

The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about.

"Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms.

"I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room."

Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock.

Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down.

"What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments.

"What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine."

Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A  T-I-M-E machine.

Run on Shadow's Edge

8 am.  Inside a Coffee Shop in a Nameless  Street


"Mike, it's  there." Bobby handed  the  manila folder. The coffee in front of him had grown cold and he gulped it in one sip. He put back the cup on  the plate  and  all of a sudden  spit what seems like a dead cockroach out of his mouth. What kind of coffee do they serve here? He widened his eyes trying to focus on the bug in front of him. It wiggled all of a sudden and ran away just as he was about to slam it with his fist.


"The coffee is on me," Mike scoffed. "There's more from where it came from," he gushed.


"That coffee is  dirty as f_ck. I don't want it." Bobby cleaned his mouth with soft tissue.


He could see how Mike sipped on his cup as the tiny cockroaches ran from the cup's edge. He cringe.


"Ahh... best coffee ever in this part of town!" Mike beamed with a smile.


What the f_ck is happening? Is he hallucinating?


From The Dark Web