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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

Cecilia brought Primo to a diner in the outskirts of the town. The 50's inspired diner was certainly out of time, but the food they served had people giving them many accolades based on celebrities' photos hanging on the wall. It was a busy night, and people had to make a reservation before they could even dine. When one of the waiters saw Cecilia, the two were immediately ushered to one of the reserved seats. After settling in, the waiter, who is half Mexican and had blue eyes asked them politely," What do you want to order?"

Cecilia looked at Primo, who was looking around the place. "Primo, I will be ordering the house special. Would you like any particular food in mind?"

Primo went back to check the menu, "Anything is fine with me," he replied.

"That's two orders of the house special then," Cecilia told the waiter.

The waiter wrote down the order and removed the menu at the center of the table.

The Baptism