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 air was thick with the scent of rain, mingling with the distant hum of the city that never truly slept. The storm had passed, leaving behind slick streets that glistened under the glow of the streetlights. Elias sat in the backseat of a nondescript black sedan, his fingers drumming against the armrest as Collins drove in silence.

Collins had insisted on driving, despite still recovering from his injuries. Elias had protested, but arguing with Collins was often a pointless endeavor. The man was stubborn, a quality that had saved his life more than once. But now, it only made Elias uneasy.

"You sure you're up for this?" Elias asked, breaking the silence.

Collins scoffed. "I'm not the one who almost got blown to pieces last week."

"It's called character, Mercer." Collins smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Besides, we both know you'd rather be in the backseat, planning a dozen different contingencies for what we're about to do."

Elias didn't deny it. He'd spent the past forty-eight hours mapping out every possible outcome, accounting for every variable. But there was one thing he couldn't predict: Vale's desperation.

The man was cornered, his empire crumbling around him. That made him dangerous. More dangerous than he had ever been.

"We hit him tonight," Elias murmured, watching the city blur past. "No more waiting."

Collins nodded. "I was hoping you'd say that."

They pulled up outside an old warehouse on the edge of the city. It was abandoned, its windows shattered, the remnants of its former life long forgotten. But Elias knew better. This wasn't just a derelict building. It was the last stronghold of a dying king.

Collins killed the engine and turned to Elias. "Ready?"

Elias flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of his gun at his side. "Always."

They moved quickly, slipping through the shadows, their steps soundless against the wet pavement. Elias could feel the tension in the air, the way the city seemed to hold its breath. They weren't the only ones here.

A single guard stood outside the entrance, his posture lax. He never saw Collins move. In a flash, the detective had him on the ground, unconscious before he could make a sound. Elias gave Collins a look. Collins just shrugged. "What? You were taking too long."

Elias shook his head, pushing the door open. The interior was dimly lit, crates and rusted machinery casting long shadows. Voices echoed from deeper inside, a mixture of anger and desperation.

He signaled to Collins, and they split up, moving through the darkness like phantoms. Every step brought them closer, every breath a reminder that this was the endgame.

And Elias never lost at the endgame.

The confrontation that followed would be written in blood, etched into the very fabric of the city. But Elias didn't care about the legend. He only cared about one thing: finishing what he started.

So it begins...