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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

The two managed to remove much of the dried branches. Marcus was able to get inside by crawling in, followed by Martha. Inside, Martha tapped Marcus' shoulder and signaled to open the light on his helmet. The inside of the cave was moist with water dripping on the walls. The squeaks of bats perched on the stone crevices were audible, and it made an eerie sound. Marcus lighted the cave walls and was about to speak something when Martha crossed his finger on his lips.

"You don't want the entire population of bats coming down on us. Just keep your voice low," Martha gently whispered.

"But how can we communicate?" Marcus asked but still loud, which made the bats squeak even more.

"Shh...much lower, will you?" Martha repeated her plea.

"Okay," Marcus replied in a rather tinny voice.

The two walked up the stone walls that act as fortresses beyond the cave.

"It's slippery up here," Martha warned.

The Tarot Reading