Victor_graves

Synopsis

Detective Elias Mercer, known as ‘Mercy’ for his angelic demeanor, hides a mind as sharp as a blade and a heart as cold as the cases he solves. A former journalist framed and cast out, he now walks the thin line between justice and obsession, unraveling the city’s darkest secrets one case at a time.

When Adrian Holt, a man seemingly swallowed by the shadows, vanishes without a trace, Elias is dragged into a mystery far deeper than he anticipated. His only lead? Evelyn Drake—a woman who speaks in riddles and keeps secrets like currency. As Elias peels back the layers of deception, a familiar name resurfaces from his past: Nathaniel Voss, a phantom figure lurking behind countless crimes, always just out of reach.

With each step forward, the case tightens around him, drawing him into a web of corruption, fear, and a truth far more sinister than murder. The deeper Elias digs, the more he realizes—some ghosts aren’t meant to be found, and some truths are buried for a reason.

But Elias Mercer doesn’t believe in walking away.

And this time, the darkness is watching back.

Elias mercer: mercy in the shadows

Elias leaned back in his chair, the dull hum of his office light the only sound in the room. The name Nathaniel Voss sat in the center of his mind like a stain he couldn't scrub out. Collins had gone silent after their call, which meant one of two things—he was digging deep, or he had found something that made him wish he hadn't.

A sharp knock at the door snapped Elias from his thoughts.

Before he could respond, the door creaked open. Collins stepped in, his face shadowed by the dim light. He looked like a man who had seen something he wished he hadn't.

Collins exhaled, tossing a folder onto the desk. "You don't want this."

Elias grabbed the folder and flipped it open. The first page held a photograph—grainy, black and white, but the face was clear. A man in his late forties, sharp cheekbones, slicked-back hair, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Nathaniel Voss.

"He's not just some low-level name, Elias," Collins said, his voice low. "He's been tied to underground dealings for years—arms smuggling, human trafficking, drug rings. And the worst part? He's untouchable. Everyone who tries to dig into him ends up missing. Or worse."

Elias stared at the photo. "You saying I should back off?"

Collins scrubbed a hand down his face. "I'm saying I've never seen someone survive after getting this close to Voss."

Elias and Collins exchanged a glance. He reached for the receiver, lifting it slowly to his ear. "Mercer."

A voice, smooth as silk but carrying the weight of a warning, spoke on the other end. "Detective Mercer. You're looking into things you shouldn't be. I'd hate for this to get… messy."

Elias didn't flinch. "Messy is part of the job."

A chuckle. Low. Unbothered. "Not this kind of messy. Walk away, Mercer. Before you don't have the choice."

Elias lowered the phone slowly, his grip tightening around it. Collins exhaled sharply. "Please tell me that wasn't—"

Elias's pulse remained steady. This was the game. This was how it worked. But what they didn't know—what they never seemed to learn—was that once he started, he never stopped.

Nathaniel Voss had just made his first move.

A warning in the night