Author: JKMATHEW

Alex Mercer, restless and inquisitive even at pre-dawn, traced the honeycomb pattern etched into his metal yoga mat. Neo-Vega’s recycled air hummed a sterile tune around him. He was mid-sun salutation when the tremor hit. Not the usual orbital shift wobble, but a sharp, jarring quake that rattled his dumbbells and sent his water bottle… Read more

Alex Mercer navigated the perpetual twilight of New Arcadia, his scarred hand tightening around a steaming coffee cup. Fog, thick as shroud, clung to the decaying skyscrapers, each gulp a bitter taste mirroring the city’s soul. He wasn’t patrolling; he was hunting. A glitch in the omnipresent surveillance net, a flicker in the city’s iron… Read more

Alex navigated the neon-slicked alley, his agile frame weaving between towering refuse compactors. The fog, thick as synth-cotton, clung to the skyscrapers of Nova Reach, each breath tasting of recycled air and anxiety. He gripped the data-pad tighter, its holographic map flickering – a breadcrumb trail leading him deeper into the city’s underbelly. A piercing… Read more

Alex Harper adjusted his worn leather satchel, the damp Ravenwood air clinging to his trench coat. Fog, thick as cotton batting, swirled around his ankles as he navigated the cobbled alleyway. He wasn’t lost; he was searching. For weeks, whispers of Ravenwood’s hidden histories had pulled him back, a familiar yet unsettling call. He’d dismissed… Read more

The raven’s cry echoed through the fog-laden cemetery as Sarah Kendrick knelt, trowel in hand, loosening the soil around fresh graves. Not for mourning flowers, but for earth – a soil sample, specifically. Her boots sank slightly into the damp ground, each shovelful a gritty whisper against the silence of Ravenswood. She needed to know… Read more