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 left the club with the weight of Lucian Vale's name pressing against his thoughts. The city felt different now—every shadow seemed deeper, every passerby a potential threat. He didn't scare easily, but something about this felt… bigger. More dangerous.

He didn't go straight home. Instead, he drove aimlessly, letting the streets guide him, his mind racing through every piece of the puzzle. Voss was bad enough. But if someone like him feared Vale, then Elias was dealing with a whole new level of hell.

Unknown Number: You should stop digging, Detective.

Elias smirked, shaking his head. Classic.

He typed back: And here I thought I was just getting started.

A second later, his rearview mirror caught movement. Headlights. Close. Too close.

Before he could react, the car behind him surged forward, slamming into his bumper. His tires screeched as he fought to regain control, veering onto a side street. The car stayed on him, relentless.

Elias's instincts kicked in. He yanked the wheel, sending his car into a sharp turn down an alley barely wide enough to fit through. The pursuing vehicle hesitated—just enough time for Elias to floor it, his tires spitting gravel as he shot out onto the next street.

Elias exhaled, gripping the wheel. "Alright, Vale. Message received."

But he wasn't stopping. If anything, he was more determined than ever.

And if Lucian Vale wanted him out of the game, he'd have to do a hell of a lot better than that.

The cost of curiosity