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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

Miles checked his electric guitar. For most of the last two months, he had been living alone, and the only thing that helped him stay sane was the vintage guitar in his hand.

He had been calling his wife all night long. Trying to learn much about the progress of her pregnancy. But aside from receiving a text message that she is okay -including the bit of news on their eight-month-old baby inside her- there's not much she could offer. Reminiscing the short time he spent with her in their short marriage was killing him.

He turned the amplifier on and slowly strummed his guitar. Another night coming, another sadness he needed to hurdle. He drank the wine beside him and played with the guitar one of his favorite XOV songs entitled 'Lucifer.'

I used to be a lover; now I'm a hater.

My passion for succeeding is watching him bleed.

Musing to an XOV* Song