AI The rain hammered down on the cobblestones, turning the streets of Soho into a labyrinth of glistening reflections and shadowy alleys. Detective Harlow Quinn's breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as she pursued her quarry through the nocturnal deluge. Her leather watch, a relic from her father's service in the Royal Marines, glinted under the dim streetlights, its hands spinning a silent countdown to the capture she craved.
Tomás Herrera darted ahead, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, the Saint Christopher medallion around his neck bouncing against his chest. He moved with a purpose, his olive skin slick with rain, the scar on his forearm a pale, jagged line in the gloom . He knew these streets, knew the hidden corners and secret passages that made up the underbelly of London. But Quinn was no stranger to the city's shadows. Eighteen years on the force had taught her the rhythm of its heartbeat, the ebb and flow of its dark tides.
"Herrera!" Quinn's voice cut through the rain, sharp and commanding. "Metropolitan Police! Stop where you are!"
Tomás didn't slow. He glanced back, his warm brown eyes meeting Quinn's steely gaze, before he turned a sharp corner, vanishing into the night. Quinn cursed under her breath, her sharp jaw set in determination. She followed, her boots splashing through puddles, her mind racing .
The chase led them away from the neon glow of the main streets, down narrow alleys and through dimly lit courtyards. Quinn's mind was a whirlwind of questions. What was Herrera involved in? Why was he running? And what did it have to do with the mysterious death of her partner, DS Morris, three years ago?
Ahead, Tomás ducked into a narrow passageway, the green neon sign of The Raven's Nest flickering above the entrance. Quinn hesitated for only a second before following. The bar was dimly lit, the walls covered in old maps and black-and-white photographs, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and something else—something ancient and arcane.
Silas, the bar's owner, looked up as Quinn entered, his eyes narrowing. He knew her, knew the trouble she brought. But Quinn ignored him, her eyes scanning the room. Tomás was nowhere to be seen. She approached the bar, her bearing straight, her voice low.
"Where is he, Silas?"
The barkeep's eyes flickered to a bookshelf in the corner, then back to his drink. Quinn didn't need any more invitation. She strode over, her fingers brushing the spines of ancient tomes. She pressed, and the bookshelf swung open, revealing a hidden passage.
The corridor beyond was dark, the air cool and damp. Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped inside, her hand reaching for the torch on her belt. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a set of stone stairs leading down.
She descended, her steps echoing in the confined space. The air grew colder, heavier, the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic and sharp. At the bottom of the stairs, she found herself in a vast, cavernous space, the walls lined with stalls and booths, the air buzzing with hushed voices and the clink of coins.
The Veil Market.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat. She had heard whispers of this place, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. But she had never seen it, never believed it was real.
And then she saw Tomás. He was standing at a stall, his back to her, his hand clutching a small, bone-white token. He turned, his eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.
"Quinn," he said, his voice barely audible over the hum of the market. "You shouldn't be here."
Quinn stepped forward, her torch beam flickering over the strange wares on display. "Neither should you, Herrera. What are you involved in?"
Tomás looked around, his eyes darting nervously . "It's not what you think, Quinn. I'm not a criminal. I'm trying to help people."
"People like DS Morris?" Quinn's voice was sharp, accusing.
Tomás flinched, his hand tightening around the token. "I didn't kill Morris, Quinn. I was trying to save him."
Quinn's mind reeled. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in the middle of a supernatural black market, claiming he was trying to help.
She took a step closer, her voice low and dangerous. "Tell me what you know, Tomás. Tell me what happened to Morris."
Tomás looked around again, his eyes wide and fearful. "Not here, Quinn. It's not safe. We need to go, now."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the danger, the unseen eyes watching her, the unseen hands ready to strike.
But she also felt a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny. She had spent three years chasing shadows, and now, finally, she was standing on the brink of the truth. She couldn't turn back now.
She looked at Tomás, her eyes hard and determined . "Lead the way, Herrera. But know this—I'm not letting you out of my sight. And if you're lying to me, if you're involved in Morris' death, I swear to God, I will bring you down."
Tomás nodded, his hand clutching the token tightly . He turned and started to walk, his steps quick and purposeful. Quinn followed, her torch beam cutting through the darkness, her mind racing with questions and doubts.
As they walked, the market seemed to close in around them, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And as they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching the token like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were out, the passage opening up into a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes wide and fearful.
"We're safe here," he said, his voice barely audible. "For now."
Quinn looked around, her eyes taking in the small, cluttered room. There were books and papers everywhere, the walls lined with shelves and cabinets. It looked like a study, a place of learning and knowledge.
She turned back to Tomás, her eyes hard and determined . "Talk, Herrera. Tell me what you know about Morris' death."
Tomás hesitated, his eyes flickering to the door. "It's not that simple, Quinn. There are things you don't understand, things you can't even begin to comprehend."
Quinn's eyes narrowed . "Try me."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you what I know. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you won't judge me until you've heard me out."
Quinn nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the door again. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door again. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door again. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching the token like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And as they walked, the market seemed to close in around them, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Silas. Let's do it. Let's bring Tomás to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Silas led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Tomás, the former paramedic who provided off-the-books medical care for the clique. He was tall and muscular, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Tomás. We need to talk."
Tomás's eyes flickered to Silas, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Tomás, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Tomás turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Tomás? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Tomás. Now talk."
Tomás took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Silas? The barkeep? He's a sorcerer?"
Tomás nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Tomás was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Tomás, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Silas.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Tomás. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Silas to justice."
Tomás nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Silas, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Tomás's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "Alright, Tomás. Let's do it. Let's bring Silas to justice, and let's make him pay for what he's done to Morris."
And with that, they turned and walked out of the room, their steps quick and purposeful, their minds focused on the task at hand. They had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And they were determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to open up before them, the stalls and booths falling away, revealing a hidden passage. Tomás led her down it, his steps quick and sure, his hand clutching his staff like a lifeline.
Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with questions and doubts. But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And as they walked, the passage seemed to stretch out before them, the darkness pressing in from all sides. But Quinn didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were back in the Veil Market, the stalls and booths pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Tomás, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in front of Silas, the owner of The Raven's Nest. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with a dark fire, his hands clutching a staff of twisted wood and bone.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I was wondering when you would come."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "Silas. We need to talk."
Silas's eyes flickered to Tomás, then back to Quinn. "Indeed, we do. But not here, Quinn. Not in this place. Come with me, and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Quinn hesitated, her eyes scanning the market. The air was thick with tension , the hum of voices rising and falling like a sinister tide. She could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And with that, she turned and followed Silas, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a plan, a purpose, a goal. And she was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
As they walked, the market seemed to fall away, the stalls and booths fading into the darkness. The air grew colder, the scent of damp earth and metal growing stronger. Quinn could feel the eyes on her, the unseen hands reaching out, trying to pull her into the darkness.
But she didn't falter. She kept her eyes on Silas, her hand on her torch, her mind focused on the truth. She had come too far to turn back now. She had to know what happened to Morris. She had to know the truth.
And then, suddenly , they were standing in a small, dimly lit room. Silas turned to face her, his eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Quinn," he said, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I know why you're here. I know what you want. And I'm willing to give it to you. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her hand tightening around her torch. "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris didn't die the way you think he did. He didn't die from a bullet, or a knife, or any ordinary weapon. He died because of something else, something... supernatural."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Supernatural? What are you talking about, Silas? Morris was killed by a supernatural being?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And I was there, I saw it happen. I tried to save him, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by something supernatural.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me the rest. Tell me what happened, tell me who killed Morris, and tell me why."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. I'll tell you everything. But you have to promise me something. You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind, that you'll listen to what I have to say, and that you'll help me bring the person responsible to justice."
Quinn nodded, her eyes hard and determined . "I promise, Silas. Now talk."
Silas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the truth. Morris was killed by a man named Tomás Herrera, the former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique. He's a powerful sorcerer, a man who deals in dark magic and forbidden knowledge. He killed Morris because he was getting too close to the truth, because he was threatening to expose the dark secrets of the Veil Market."
Quinn's eyes widened , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "Tomás? The paramedic? He's a sorcerer?"
Silas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Quinn. That's the truth. And he's dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine. He has powers beyond your comprehension, powers that can destroy you in an instant."
Quinn's mind reeled, the implications of what Silas was saying sinking in. She had spent three years chasing ghosts, searching for answers about her partner's death. And now, here was Silas, standing in front of her, telling her that Morris had been killed by a powerful sorcerer named Tomás.
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Alright, Silas. I believe you. Now tell me what we do next. Tell me how we bring Tomás to justice."
Silas nodded, his eyes flickering to the door. "Alright, Quinn. Here's the plan. We go back to the Veil Market, we find Tomás, and we confront him. We demand the truth, and we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her mind racing with questions and doubts. "And if he refuses? If he tries to fight back?"
Silas's eyes met hers, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we fight back harder, Quinn. Then we show him that he can't get away with murder, that he can't hide behind his dark magic and forbidden knowledge. Then we make him pay for what he's done."
Quinn nodded