Season 1 - Chapter 4: The Awakening

The air was cold. Too cold.Elias opened his eyes slowly, expecting silk sheets and sunlight. Instead, he was lying on the wet concrete floor of a dark, abandoned building. Pipes dripped in the distance. His head throbbed like it had been split in two.He sat up, gasping. His heart raced. His body moved... differently. Sharper. Quicker."What the hell...?"Memories—fragments at first—started flooding in.Gunshots. Blades. Blood. Missions. Names he never knew, faces he never met, all flashing before his eyes like a reel of horror.Then he saw it.His own face in a mirror. But it wasn't his expression—it was colder, deadlier. A name echoed in his mind like a forgotten song:Silas.His body convulsed as the memories kept coming—years of combat, espionage, languages, secrets, betrayals. Every piece of Silas' life engraved itself into Elias' brain in a storm of pain and precision.And then—The last moment.The betrayal.The woman.The blood.Silas' death.Elias screamed, the sound echoing through the empty structure. And then, silence.He was Elias. But now, he was also Silas.And the world had no idea what it had just awakened.He sat there for minutes—or hours—he didn't know. The flickering fluorescent light above buzzed like a mosquito. The pain in his head had dulled, but the weight of those new memories had not.Every corner of his mind felt... expanded.He could suddenly recall the mechanics of dismantling a Glock 19 in 2.3 seconds. He knew pressure points to disable a grown man in one move. He remembered how it felt to kill someone—he had done it. Or rather, Silas had. But now that persona bled into him, like ink in water.Elias stumbled to his feet, glancing around the decrepit space. The place looked like it had been scorched by gunfire. On the wall opposite, he spotted something—carved deep into the concrete in jagged, desperate scratches:"Trust no one."His breath hitched.Suddenly, instinct took over.He turned just in time to catch a faint shadow moving in the reflection of broken glass. Silently, swiftly, he reached down—and to his own surprise—his hand found the hidden blade strapped beneath the table.He knew it was there.He crouched and waited. Like muscle memory.A rat scurried past.Nothing else moved.But that moment proved it—he wasn't hallucinating. This wasn't some breakdown. Something... changed. Someone had tried to kill him—or Silas. But why?And why did he, Elias Vale, have these memories?More importantly—Who had betrayed him?—Outside the building, the wind howled. Elias emerged from the shadows, dressed in rags and blood-soaked sleeves. His eyes scanned the night horizon.The city skyline shimmered in the distance, glowing gold and silver.And suddenly, it looked different.Not like a playground.But a battlefield.A war was brewing.And he needed answers.Starting with the Obsidian Order.