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 felt the weight of the room shift. He had rattled Vale, even if only slightly, and in this game of control, even the smallest crack was an advantage. But he also knew one thing—Lucian Vale wasn't the type to take a loss lightly.

As the dealer prepared to shuffle a new deck, Vale raised a hand. "Enough games," he said, his voice laced with quiet authority. "Let's talk business."

Elias leaned back in his chair, giving an amused smirk. "Business? I thought we were just here for a friendly game."

Vale chuckled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Everything is business, detective. And right now, you're interfering with mine."

Collins tensed beside Elias, but the detective remained unfazed. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing."

Vale exhaled slowly, then motioned to one of his men. A folder was placed on the table in front of Elias. "Inside are details of a deal. Walk away from this case, and you walk away a rich man. More money than you'd ever make chasing criminals."

Elias didn't even open it. He simply pushed the folder back toward Vale. "You think you can buy me?"

Vale's smirk returned, but this time, there was an unmistakable edge of menace behind it. "Everyone has a price, Mercer. Even you."

Elias held his gaze, unflinching. "Then you should know—I'm very expensive. And you? You can't afford me."

For a long moment, neither man spoke. The room seemed to shrink, the tension pulling tighter.

Then Vale leaned forward, his voice a quiet threat. "I was hoping you'd say that. Now, I don't have to pretend anymore."

The tipping point