Speaker 1: Welcome back, dear listeners, to another chilling season of dark
Tails Uncovered. If you've been with us from the beginning,
you know that our stories creep into the shadows and
earth and the horrors that lurk beneath the surface of there.
They every day, and then this season, the darkness only deepens.
We continue our journey into Bloodline in Urban Shadows, a
tale of secrecy, obsession, and creatures that walk among us,
unseen yet ever present. In chapter one, Blood and the Feed,
we followed Mia, a young journalist drawn into a hidden
world through the mysterious Crimson app a gateway to a
vampire vampire society lurking beneath the city's neon glow. Now
in chapter two, Echoes in the Dark, MIA's descent continues.
What she fought was a story worth telling has become
a nightmare. She can't escape, whispers from the past, unseen
figures in the night, and a hunger that can't be ignored.
Mir is in deeper than she ever imagined. As a
shadows stretch fervor, and the blood runs colder. We invite
you to step into the unknown. Be warned. Once you
enter the world of Bloodline. The Echoes of the dark
never truly fade. Let the nightmare begin? Two who echoes
in the Dark. Mia stared at her phone, heart pounding
the apse. Blood red interface shimmered faintly, as if alive.
Prove you're worthy. The command lingered on the screen like
a taunt. She swiped at it, half expecting the act
to close, but it didn't budge. Instead, it refreshed, displaying
a countdown timer twenty three hours for fifty nine minutes
and fifty eight seconds a single day. But for what.
Paul's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. You look like
you've seen a ghost, something like that, Mia muttered. Shoving
her phone in her pocket, She grabbed her laptop and
slung her bag over her shoulder. You're not running out
of your tab again, are you, Paul called after her.
I'll be back, she lied, pushing out into the damp
city air. The streets were quieter than usual, muffled by
the lingering fog. Thoughts raced as she retraced her usual
route home, constantly glancing over her shoulder. The figure outside
the diner had unsettled her more than she cared to admit.
What is Crimson? She wondered. She couldn't shake that feeling
that she'd stumbled into something she wasn't supposed to. Her
phone buzzed. Mia had hesitated before pulling it out. The
app had center a notification feed submission, tell us a
secret no one else knows. You have twenty three hours,
forty forty three minutes and twenty one seconds remaining. She
slowed her pace, reading the message over and over. The
app wanted her to submit something personal, A secret, but why?
She nearly jumped out of her skin as a car
sped by its head light, its headlights cutting through the fog.
The streets were darker than usual, the lamps above casting
uneven pools of light. By the time Mia reached her
apartment building, her nerves were frayed. She fumbled with these,
locking the door behind her with a sense of relief.
Her small studio felt stifling, but it was hers, a
fortress of cluttered bookshelves and mismatched furniture. She dropped her
bag and sat at her desk, opening her laptop again.
A quick search for Crimson app yielded nothing useful, but
just vague references and rumors on obscure for borums. Mia
clicked on the thread titled the Blood Economy. The Blood Economy,
The author, an anonymous user, had written a long post
warning about Crimson. It's not just an app, it's a gateway.
You don't find Crimson. Crimson finds you. Once you're in.
There's no getting out. They promise power, influence, beauty, But
the cost, that's the part they don't tell you. The
post ended abruptly, the author's account marked as deleted. Mia
leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. Temples, No,
no getting out. That sounded dramatic, even for an urban legend.
Her phone buzzed again, twenty two hours, thirty seven minutes,
and five seconds remaining, tell us your secret. Frustration bubbled up.
She didn't have time for games, fine, she muttered. Opening
an app, she quickly typed a message I used to
cheat on my Spanish tests in high school. She hit
send and waited. The app blinked twice before displaying a
single word rejected. Mia groaned, what do you want from me?
Her phone buzzed again. This time it wasn't the app.
It was a text from an unknown number. That wasn't
good enough. Try harder. Her breath caught. She didn't have
time to wonder how someone had gotten her number, because
another text arrived, this time with a photo attached. It
was a picture of her standing outside the diner less
than an hour ago. Panic surged someone had been watching her.
Before she could think, there was a knock the door.
Mia froze, her heart thundering in her chest. She stared
at the door, willing whoever it was to go away,
but the knock came again, louder, this time. Grabbing a
metal flashlight from her desk, she crept towards the door.
Who is it, she called, her voice trembling silence. Mia
peeked through the peep hole but saw nothing. She unlocked
the door, cautiously, opening it just a crack. The hallway
was empty, save for a small black envelope lying on
the floor. Her hands trembled as she picked it up
and tore it open. Inside was a Polaroi photo. It
was a picture of her brother Ethan. He looked pale,
his eyes hollow, and he was standing in the dark
room with crimson red walls. Scrawled at the bottom of
the photo were three words, save him Submit. The flashlight
slipped from MEA's hand, clattering to the floor. Ethan, she whispered,
the name, catching in her throat. She hadn't seen her
brother in over a year, not since she had disappeared
without a trace. Her phone buzzed once more. The app
now displayed a new message, twenty one hours, fifty nine minutes,
twelve seconds remaining. Choose wisely, Mia stared at the polaroid,
her resolve hardening. Whatever Crimson was, it had her brother,
and she was going to get him back. Sus