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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 city never truly slept, but tonight, it felt different. The usual hum of life was replaced with an uneasy silence, like a collective breath held before disaster.

Elias sat in his dimly lit office, staring at the map sprawled out across his desk. Red circles and black ink scrawled over it told the story of a war that had yet to end. The weight of it pressed against him, a slow-burning tension in his chest that refused to ease.

Cassandra's information had been the spark, but the fire had yet to consume its target. Vale was still standing, still holding on, but Elias knew—his time was running out.

Collins was the first to break the silence. "So, when do we make our move?"

Elias leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "We already did. Vale just doesn't know it yet."

A smirk tugged at Collins' lips. "I love it when you're dramatic."

Elias didn't respond. His eyes remained locked on the map, on the final piece of the puzzle. It wasn't just about taking Vale down anymore. It was about making sure he never crawled back out of the hole they were digging for him.

The night stretched on, each hour dragging painfully as final preparations were made. Elias moved through the safe house like a ghost, double-checking every contingency plan. His team was waiting—men and women who had fought alongside him for years, people who had bled for the same cause. They had all lost something to Vale. Tonight, they would take everything from him in return.

Cassandra approached, her expression unreadable. "Are you sure about this?"

Elias didn't answer immediately. Instead, he studied her—her sharp eyes, the tension in her posture. He knew what she was really asking. If this went wrong, if Vale had one last trick up his sleeve, they might not walk away from this.

"I'm sure," he said finally. "We don't get another chance at this."

She nodded, but the worry in her gaze remained. "Just don't get yourself killed, Mercer."

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. "I'll try."

The first explosion ripped through the warehouse district at precisely 5:47 AM. By 5:49, three of Vale's most important hideouts were in flames.

Elias and Collins stood on the rooftop of an abandoned hotel, watching the chaos unfold below. Vale's men scrambled like ants, trying to contain the destruction. But Elias knew it was too late. They had struck too hard, too fast. There would be no recovery from this.

A phone rang. Collins answered. "Talk to me."

A pause. Then, a sharp intake of breath. Collins turned to Elias. "Vale's missing."

Elias clenched his jaw. "Find him."

Collins nodded, already moving. Elias stayed behind, watching the flames. This was only the beginning.

The collapse of a kingdom