Speaker 1: Yah, Welcome back, Seekers of the Dark, to another chapter
of dark tails uncovered. This season, the shadows grow deeper,
the mysteries more tangled, and the horror is more intimate.
If you followed me his journey so far, you know
that curiosity is a dangerous thing. In Bloodline Urban Shadows,
the price of knowledge is paid in blood. In blood
in the feed, Mia stumbled into a world she didn't understand.
Echoes in the dark, whispered warnings she chose to ignore,
and into the crimson. She crossed the point of no return,
stepping fully into society, lurking behind the app that started
it all. Now, in chapter four, the first sip, Mia
faces the inevitable. She has seen their world, walked among them,
and now she must make a choice. To merely observe
is no longer an option. The hunger is real, The
first is rising, and for the first time, Mia will
taste the darkness for herself. Some doors, once opened, can
never be closed. Some choices, once made, can never be undone.
Welcome to the next step. In MEA's Descent, Chapter four,
the first sip. The vial felt heavier in MIA's hand
than it should have, The dark liquid inside swirled slowly,
catching the face red light from above. Every instinct told
her to throw it to the ground and run, but
Ethan's facant eyes held her in her frozen place. What
happens if I drink this, Mia asked, her voice tight.
The woman smirked, circling like a predator. It's a taste
of the gift, a doorway into our world. If you survive,
you'll begin to see things as they truly are. If not,
she shrugged, as if an alternative was inconsequential. MIA's fingers
tightened around the vial. And if I refuse, the woman's
smile faded, replaced by a cold, predatory stare. Then you
walk away and your brother remains ass forever. Ethan flinched
at the word forever, the faintest tremor running through his frame.
It was the first sign of life Mea had seen
from him. She stepped closer to him, ignoring the woman, Ethan,
She said, softly, if you can hear me, I'm going
to fix this, a promise. His lips passed, but no
words came. The light and his eyes flickered, and for
a brief moment, Mia thought he saw the brother she knew.
Then He looked away, his expression hardening. The woman chuckled, touching,
but promises mean little here. Mia turned back to her,
anger flaring. You want me to drink this fine, but
if you do, you swear I'll get a chance to
help him. The woman tilted her head amused a chance. Yes,
whether you succeed, that depends on you. Mia hesitated for
a moment longer, then uncorked the vial. The scent hit
her first, rich, metallic and atoxicating. It was both alluring
and repulsive, like something her body craved without understanding why.
She glanced at Ethan one last time before tilting the
vial to her lips. The liquid was thick and cold,
sliding down her throat like syrup. It burned as it went,
igniting of fire in her veins that spread to every
corner of her body. It doubled over, gasping. Its pain
ripped through her. It wasn't just physical, it was emotional mental.
It was of every buried memory, every hidden fear was
being dragged to the surface. The warehouse around her blurred,
the red light intensifying until it was all she could see.
Voices whispered in her ears, low and insistent, you're not
strong enough. You don't belong here. To her back before
it's too late. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to
stay upright. The whispers grew louder, more demanding, until they
abruptly stopped. When Mia opened her eyes, the world had changed.
The warehouse was the same, yet entirely different. The shadows
were alive, writhing and shifting as if they had minds
of their own. The air was thick, with a scent
of blood and something sweeter, more primal, and the people,
it was, if they could still be called that, glowed faintly,
their skins shivering with an unnatural iridescence, their eyes only
mere reflective, now burned like embers. Mia staggered back, her
body still tingling with the after effects of the liquid.
The woman watched her with interest, her smile widening impressive.
She said, most don't survive the first sip MEA's head
frobbed as if she tried to make sense of what
she was seeing. What did you do to me? The
woman stepped closer, her movements and possibly smooth. We've opened
your eyes. You're beginning to see the truth of this world,
But the process has only just begun. Mia glanced at Ethan.
He looked different now, his features sharper, his presence more imposing,
but the hollow look in his eyes remained. What now,
Mia demanded. The woman's smile returned. Now you prove your loyalty,
your first task awaits. Mia shook her head. I didn't
agree to tasks. I agreed to save my brother, and
this is how you save him, the woman said coldly,
Or you can walk away and leave him to us.
Mia clenched her fists. What do you want me to do?
The woman gestured to the far side of the warehouse,
where a door creaked open. Beyond it was darkness, thick
and impenetrable. There's someone who has betrayed our kind, the
woman said, a hunter who thought they could play, a
hunter who thought they could play both sides. They're hiding
in the city, and you'll bring them to us. MIA's
stomach turned. And what happens when I bring them back?
The woman's eyes gleamed. This is not your concern. Your
only job is to find them. And if I refuse,
the woman's smile vanished, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
And you've wasted our time and your brother's fate will
be sealed. Mia looked at Eve, whose expression remained unreadable.
She knew she had no choice. Fine, she said, but
if I do this, you'd keep your word. The woman
nodded a sly grin, returning to her face. Of course.
Mia turned towards the darkened doorway, her heart pounding. She
didn't trust them, but she couldn't leave even behave, couldn't
leave even behind. As she stepped into the shadows, the
whispers returned, louder and more insistent. This time they carried
a new message. Be careful, Mia, you're playing their game now,
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