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 pressed his ear against the metal door, listening. Holt's breathing was ragged, uneven. But something else stood out—a second presence, moving in the darkness beyond the door.

He stepped back and examined the lock. It was heavier than the others, reinforced. No easy way through.

"Adrian, can you hear me?" Elias called, keeping his voice low.

A pause. Then, "You shouldn't have come."

Elias grimaced. "Yeah, I hear that a lot. Who's in there with you?"

Before Elias could press for answers, another sound cut through the silence—footsteps, approaching fast.

Instinct kicked in. Elias spun around, gun raised just as a figure emerged from the shadows. A man in a dark tactical suit, armed and moving with precision. Not some common thug.

The shot echoed through the corridor, and the man staggered back. But he didn't drop. A vest. Great.

The attacker lunged, forcing Elias to dodge to the side. The gun was knocked from his grip, clattering to the floor. Elias barely had time to react before a fist came for his head. He ducked, countering with an elbow to the ribs, followed by a swift knee to the stomach.

The man grunted but didn't go down.

Elias reached for his knife, but his opponent was faster, shoving him against the cold wall. A gloved hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air. Spots danced in Elias's vision as he struggled against the hold.

The attacker hesitated just long enough. Elias took the opening, twisting free and delivering a brutal punch to the man's jaw. He staggered back, and Elias grabbed his gun off the ground, not wasting another second.

One shot. This time, right between the eyes.

Elias coughed, catching his breath as the last echoes of the gunshot faded. Then he turned to the door. The metal groaned as something—no, someone—forced it open from the inside.

Adrian Holt stepped forward, his face pale, eyes hollow. But it wasn't him Elias was staring at. It was the figure behind him, barely visible in the dim light.

A tall silhouette. Watching. Waiting.

Then, in a voice colder than death itself—

"Detective Mercer. We've been expecting you."

Hollow echoes