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 parked his car in a dimly lit garage on the outskirts of the city. The adrenaline was still pumping, his hands gripping the wheel long after the chase had ended. He had expected pushback, but a full-on attempt on his life? That meant he was closer than he thought.

Unknown Number: That was a warning. There won't be another.

Elias smirked. "Guess I really pissed someone off."

He stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl through the cold night air. His mind was already calculating his next move. He needed information, and he knew just where to get it.

Twenty minutes later, he was outside an upscale lounge, the kind where criminals and politicians pretended they weren't the same thing. He walked inside, scanning the room. Then he saw him.

A middleman for some of the city's biggest players—Voss included. He was exactly the kind of guy who knew things he shouldn't.

Elias approached the bar, sliding onto the stool beside Marco. "You look like a man with a lot on his mind."

Marco stiffened but didn't turn. "I don't do business with cops."

Elias smirked, taking a sip of the whiskey the bartender had just set in front of him. "Good thing I'm not here as a cop. I'm here as a man who just survived an attempted murder. And I think you know exactly who's responsible."

Marco hesitated, his fingers tapping against his glass. "You don't want to get involved in this, Mercer. Vale doesn't play games."

"Neither do I," Elias countered, lowering his voice. "Tell me what you know, and maybe I'll keep you off his list."

Marco exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, finally, he spoke. "Vale has eyes everywhere. He's been watching you since the moment you took an interest in Voss. And if he's made a move on you… that means you're already on borrowed time."

Elias leaned in slightly, his smirk fading. "Then I better make the most of it."

Unfinished business