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 wasn't sure what annoyed him more—the way Evelyn spoke in riddles or the fact that part of him wanted to figure her out. He hated games, but this was a game he was already caught in, and Evelyn was the kind of player who never lost.

He exhaled, forcing himself to focus. "Alright, Evelyn. Let's say I believe you. What exactly are you keeping Holt safe from?"

Holt shifted uncomfortably, but Evelyn didn't flinch. "From the same people who would happily put a bullet in your skull, Detective. The ones you've been sniffing around since the beginning of this case."

Elias arched a brow. "You mean Voss?"

Evelyn's lips curled slightly, but it wasn't quite a smile. "Voss is just another piece on the board. You're looking at the wrong king."

Elias frowned. That was new. "Then tell me who is."

For the first time, something like hesitation flickered in Evelyn's eyes. Just for a second. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. "Not here."

Elias crossed his arms. "Then where?"

She stepped closer, and he felt it again—that damn tension between them, electric and subtle, like a thread pulling them together against better judgment.

"Meet me tomorrow night. I'll send the location," she said, her voice softer now, almost… dangerous in a different way. "Come alone."

Elias narrowed his eyes. "And if I don't?"

Evelyn's smirk deepened, and she leaned in just enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath. "You will."

Then, with a glance at Holt, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows.

Elias let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Holt, still shaken, ran a hand through his hair. "You really don't know what you're getting into, Mercer."

Elias slid his gun back into his holster and gave a half-smirk. "Story of my life."

A dance with danger