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 city was quieter now, but only because it was waiting to see who would fall first. The hunt for Vale was no longer just a mission—it was personal.

Elias, Collins, and Cassandra moved through the abandoned subway tunnels beneath the city, following the last lead they had. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of rust and something far worse.

Collins exhaled sharply. "You ever get the feeling we're walking into a trap?"

Elias didn't stop moving. "That's because we are."

Collins groaned. "Well, at least you're honest about it."

A second later, the world exploded. A blast ripped through the tunnel, sending debris and dust into the air. Elias hit the ground hard, ears ringing, vision spinning. Through the haze, he heard Cassandra shouting.

Blood. Too much of it. Collins was slumped against the wall, his face twisted in pain, his shirt soaked through. Elias' stomach dropped.

"No, no, no," he muttered, rushing to his side. He pressed down on the wound, but the blood kept coming. "You're going to be fine. You hear me?"

Collins coughed, a weak smirk forming. "Damn… knew I should've called in sick today."

Elias clenched his jaw. "Shut up. Save your strength."

Cassandra was already on her radio, calling for emergency evac. But Elias could barely hear her. All he could hear was the voice in his head—questioning everything.

Had he pushed too far? Had he gotten Collins killed?

His mind raced back to every decision that had led them here. The risks they had taken. The nights spent chasing a ghost while the real enemy prepared his final move. Collins had trusted him, followed him into the depths of hell without hesitation. And now, he might die for it.

Elias' hands shook. He couldn't afford to lose Collins. Not now. Not like this.

Then, through the haze of dust and smoke, a shadow moved.

He stood at the far end of the tunnel, flanked by his men. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows over his face, but Elias knew that smirk all too well.

"You always were predictable, Mercer." Vale's voice was calm, almost amused. "Righteousness makes people blind. You really thought you could win?"

Elias' fingers itched toward his gun, but Collins' weakening pulse beneath his hand kept him frozen. If he made the wrong move now, Collins wouldn't make it out alive.

Vale took a step closer. "You don't get to hesitate, detective. Not anymore."

Elias' mind sharpened. If this was how it ended, then he would make sure he took Vale down with him.

Blood and betrayal