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 and Collins barely made it out of Vale's club before the first tail appeared. A black SUV, trailing just far enough to be subtle—but not subtle enough.

"He's done playing," Collins muttered, gripping the steering wheel. "What's the plan?"

Elias smirked. "We make him think we're still playing."

The streets of the city blurred past, neon lights casting jagged reflections on wet pavement. Collins took a sharp turn, testing the tail. The SUV followed.

Elias glanced at the side mirror. "Good. We need them to get comfortable."

For ten minutes, Collins wove through the city streets, taking unexpected turns, slowing at green lights, running yellows at the last second. The SUV stuck to them, but just barely. That's when Elias gave the signal.

Collins grinned and yanked the wheel, cutting down a side street, then another, before slamming the brakes in an alley. The SUV shot past, missing them by inches.

Elias stepped out, walking slowly into the street as the driver tried to reverse. He pulled his gun and leveled it at the windshield.

The doors opened, and three men stepped out, hands raised. Collins came up behind them, gun drawn.

"Alright, boys," Elias said. "Tell Vale something for me. Tell him he's already lost."

Elias sent a message through an old contact—someone Vale would trust. The bait? A supposed "informant" with dirt on Mercer. It didn't take long before Vale took interest.

The meeting was set in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. Elias and Collins were already in position, watching through night-vision binoculars as Vale's men arrived.

"Think he'll show?" Collins whispered.

"No," Elias said, adjusting his earpiece. "But he'll send someone important. And that's all we need."

A convoy of black cars rolled in, engines humming. Men in suits stepped out, scanning the area. Then, a single figure emerged from the largest car—a tall, broad-shouldered man with scars running along his knuckles.

"That's Dominic Hall," Elias murmured. "Vale's right-hand man."

Collins whistled. "Catching him would be a hell of a move."

Elias nodded. "Then let's make our move."

Vale didn't take the bait himself, but he sent someone close—a lieutenant Elias hadn't seen before. A calculated move. If Vale trusted this man, then he was valuable.

The moment the lieutenant entered the warehouse, Elias and Collins struck. A quick, silent takedown, and the man was tied to a chair before he even knew what happened.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Elias said, rolling up his sleeves. "But you don't strike me as the cooperative type."

The man spit blood onto the ground and chuckled. "You think you're the first to try this? Vale's not scared of you."

Elias knelt beside him, voice lowering. "No, but you are. And that's enough for me."

The threat unveiled