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

The table was silent as Vale studied his cards, his fingers tapping lightly against the felt. He was good—no, great—at keeping his emotions in check, but Elias had spent years reading people. And right now? Vale was hesitating.

Collins, standing behind Elias, shifted uneasily. He knew his friend was playing a dangerous game, and the wrong move here wouldn't just cost him chips—it could cost him his life.

Finally, Vale let out a slow exhale and pushed his stack forward. "Call."

The dealer flipped the cards. The tension in the room thickened as the final hand was revealed.

Vale's jaw tightened for a fraction of a second before he forced a smile. "Well played, detective."

Elias leaned back, enjoying the moment. "Luck, I guess."

The game continued, but the dynamic had shifted. Vale was no longer as composed—his cool arrogance had been dented. And Elias wasn't about to let him recover.

Between hands, Elias casually swirled his drink. "You know, Vale, I can't help but notice something. The more we push, the more your operation starts to crumble. It's almost like you're losing your grip."

Vale chuckled, but there was a sharpness to it. "Careful, Mercer. A man who pushes too hard eventually falls."

Elias smirked, setting down his glass. "Then I guess we'll see who falls first."

The first crack