As Elias sat at his desk, staring at the folder Vane had left behind, the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, losing their logical sequence. He felt a strange aura radiating from the paper—a weight that suggested the true conflict wasn't waiting for him in some remote alleyway, but was already vibrating beneath his skin.
His latest client, a philanthropist named Julian Vane, had a secret that made Elias’s blood run cold. Vane didn’t want a murder covered up. He wanted a transformation documented. He believed that evil wasn't a choice, but a dormant parasite waiting for the right host—and he had found a host in Elias. Evil Inside
He remembered Vane’s voice, calm and melodic. "We all think we're the heroes of our own stories, Elias. But have you ever wondered why you’re so good at cleaning up the dark? It’s because you recognize the shape of it. It’s familiar, isn't it?". As Elias sat at his desk, staring at