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 didn't move. His grip on the gun tightened, though he knew instinctively that pulling the trigger wouldn't do him much good here. The presence behind Holt radiated something dangerous—something beyond a mere hired gun.

Holt turned slightly, glancing back at the figure. "He's here. Just like you said."

Elias caught the flicker of tension in Holt's posture, the slight hesitation in his voice. Whatever this was, Holt wasn't entirely on board.

The figure stepped forward into the dim light. A woman.

She was tall, dressed in a sleek black suit that clung to her frame with an effortless authority. Her dark hair was tied back, sharp eyes studying Elias like he was a specimen under a microscope.

"Detective Mercer," she said smoothly. "You have a habit of walking into places you shouldn't."

Elias forced a smirk, masking his unease. "Yeah, well. I get bored easy. You gonna introduce yourself, or do I just keep calling you 'mystery lady'?"

She didn't smile, but there was something—amusement?—in the way she tilted her head. "You can call me Evelyn."

Elias took a slow step forward, testing the waters. "Alright, Evelyn. Why don't you tell me what's really going on here? Holt goes missing, turns up locked in a psychiatric ward with you watching over him like some kind of prison warden. Doesn't exactly scream 'friendly reunion.'"

Holt exhaled sharply, but Evelyn raised a hand to silence him before he could speak. "We've been keeping him safe."

"Right. Because kidnapping and safety go hand in hand."

Evelyn stepped closer. Close enough for Elias to catch the faint scent of something expensive—jasmine, maybe, with a hint of something deeper underneath. Her voice dropped, just slightly. "You think you have all the pieces, detective, but you don't even see the board you're playing on."

There was something about her. Calculated, controlled. But beneath the icy exterior, Elias could sense it—fire.

"Then why don't you enlighten me?" he asked, matching her intensity.

Evelyn held his gaze for a long moment, something unreadable passing through her eyes. Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

"Not yet," she murmured. "But soon."

Elias didn't like it. He didn't like the way she said it, or the way she looked at him—like she was waiting for something to happen between them.

Or like she already knew it would.

Shadows and secrets