Speaker 1: Yes, h Welcome back to Dark Tales Uncovered. A new
season means new horrors, new mysteries, and stories that will
drag you deeper into the darkness. If you've followed us
this far, you already know we don't just tell tales,
We uncover them. We pull back the veil on the unseen,
the unsettling, and the unspeakable. This season we continue Bloodline
Urban Shadows are descent into the world hidden just beneath
our own. We've watched Mia, a young journalist, stumble upon Crimson,
an app that is far more than just a social network.
In Blood and the Feed, curiosity led her to something
that she was never meant to see. In Echoes in
the Dark, she learned the secrets have teeth, and once
you hear the whispers of the unseen, they never let
you go. Now. In chapter three, Into the Crimson, Mia
crosses the threshold. What was once a story to uncover
has become a reality she cannot escape. The deeper she goes,
the more she realizes Crimson isn't just an app. It's
a doorway, a promise, and a warning. Step forward if
you dare, But remember, once you went here into Crimson's world,
there's no turning back. Chapter three into the Crimson. Mia
paced her apartment, the polaroid trembling in her hand. Ethan's
face stirred back at her, hollow and haunted. It was
impossible to mistake the dark circles under his eyes or
the faint, almost sickly glowed to his skin. Her phone
buzzed again, the timer on the Crimson app ticking down relentlessly,
twenty one hours, forty five minutes, thirty two seconds remaining.
Submit your secret, She gritted her teeth. Fine, you one
a secret, I'll give you one mea sap at her desk,
fingers hovering over her keyboard, memories flooded back the secrets
she'd buried, deep, things no one else knew. Finally, she typed,
the last thing I said to my brother before he
disappeared was I'd wish you'd just leave me alone. Her
throat tightened as she'd sent hit send. The app paused,
processing her submission. The screen flashed accepted, The countdown disappeared,
replaced by a new message, you've proven yourself. Welcome Mia,
Your journey begins now. The app's interface shifted, the red
glow intensifying until it filled the room for a moment,
Mia thought she triggered some kind of augmentated reality effect.
Then the light condensed, forming an address on the screen.
One free, one two, Blackstone Avenue, midnight. Her chest tightened.
Blackstone Avenue was in the city's industrial district, a maze
of abandoned warehouses and crumbling factories. Wasn't a place anyone
visited willingly, especially at night. Mia hesitated, but then her
eyes fell on the polaroid of Ethan. It was as
if she was given a chance to find him. She
had to go. The cab dropped her off at the
edge of Blackstone Avenue. The driver looked uneasy, his eyes
darting to the rear view mirror as Mia stepped out.
Are you sure about this, lady, he asked, No, admitted,
Mia emitted, slamming the door behind her. The street was desolate,
the air thick with the stench of oil and rust.
Shadows stretched unnaturally long under her. The faint glow of
a single flickering street lamp. Her phone buzzed, the crimson
at displaying a pulsing arrow. Mia followed it, her footsteps
echoing in the empty street. Eventually she reached a warehouse
with peeling paint and boarded up windows. A red symbol
a drop of blood had been painted on spray painted
on the door. She pushed it open, her heart pounding inside.
The air was colder, filled with an unsettling hum. The
warehouse was cavernous, lit only by crimson lights that pulsed
in time with the sound. MIA's footsteps folded as she
saw a group of peace people gathered in the center.
They were unnaturally beautiful, their skin almost luminescent under the
red glow. Their eyes shimmered, reflecting like the light, reflecting
the light, like compredators. One of them stepped forward, a
woman with sharpened cheekbones and a cruel smile. Her voice
was silky but carried an edge of menace. Mia Delgado,
She said, her tone almost amused. You have been quite persistent.
Mia clenched her fists. Where's my brother? The woman tilted
her head. Ah, Ethan, a promising recruit. He's adjusting. MIA's
stomach churned. Why have you done to him? The woman
ignored the question, gesturing towards a tall man standing in
the shadows. He stepped forward, and MIA's breath caught. It
was Ethan, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't the same.
His skin was pale, his eyes glowing faintly red. He
moved with an unnatural grace, his expression, his expression vacant,
but tingled with something feral. Ethan Mia whispered, stepping towards him.
He flinched, as if her voice pained him. The woman
raised her hand, stopping Mia in her tracks. Careful, she said,
he's not entirely himself. What did you do to him?
Mia demanded, We gave him what he wanted. The woman replied, power, freedom, immortality.
He's one of us. Now let him go. Mia said,
her voice shaking. The woman smiled coldly. It doesn't work
that way, but perhaps we can come to an arrangement.
MEA's heart sank. She knew where this was going. What
do you want? The woman stepped closer, her eyes gleaming.
Loyalty service. Prove yourself to us, and we're consider releasing
your brother. Me as blood run cold. What kind of service?
The woman handed her a small vial filled with dark,
vicious liquid. Drink this. If you true you want to
save him, you join him. Mia stared at the vial,
her hands trembling. Ethan's hollow gaze met hers, and for
a moment she saw a flicker of her brother. She
knew a plea for help, buried beneath the Clemson grow
crimson glow. Her grip tightened on the vial. She had
to make a choice, and the clock was ticking. Some
disapated scat and the