Speaker 1: Yes, Welcome back to Dark Towns Uncovered, where the darkness
is alive, and the deeper you go, the harder it
is to escape. This season, we followed me as descent
into Bloodline Urban Shadows, a world hidden believe behind the
glow of a screen, where secrets are currency, hunger is undeniable,
and danger is always watching. She started as an observer,
but with the first sip she became something more. In
the hunter's mark. She realized that that power comes the price,
and now, in chapter six Shadows on the Run, that
price is being collected, marked, and pursued. Mia is no
longer in control. The city she thought she knew is
closing in around her. It's alleys and Neonlitz streets, hiding threats.
She doesn't understand. The question isn't just who is hunting her,
it's why and more importantly, can she escape? When the
shadows start moving, There's nowhere left to hide. Run? Mia Run.
Chapter six Shadows on the Run. Mia led the man
he introduced himself as Caleb, through the maze of the
warehouse's lower levels. Her senses, newly sharpened, caught every creak
of the floorboards and every flicker of movement in the shadows.
The air was heavy with tension, the hum that followed
her growing louder with each part and second. They'll come
for us, Caleb whispered, his voice shaky. They always do.
Then we'll deal with it when they do. Mia replied, sharply,
her mind racing. You don't get it, Caleb hissed. They
aren't just watching. They are the shadows. They move through
them like water. The moment you hesitate, they'll pull you under.
MIA's flashlight wavered for a moment before she steadied it.
I didn't really hesitate back, there, did I? Caleb gave
her a sidelong glance, but said nothing. The pair emerged
into another cavernous room, this one filled with towering metal
shells that stretched into the darkness. Mia stopped, her instincts prickling.
Something was wrong. Wait, she said, holding up her hand.
Caleb prose, what is it? She scanned the room, her
eyes darting over the shells. At first, there was nothing
but this oppressive stillness. Then she saw it, a flicker
of movement, barely participle. They're here, she whispered, as if
on clue, as if on, as if on cue. The
shadows around them seemed to swirl, rising like smoke. A
low growl echoed through the space, followed by another and another,
ascending the hounds. Caleb muttered his face pale hounds. Mia asked,
her voice tense. You don't want to find out, Caleb said,
we need to move now. They ran, weaving through the
towering shells. The shadows surged behind them, twisting into vaguely
canine shapes. The hounds weren't so creatures, they were living darkness.
Their glowing eyes red only the features that stood out.
MEA's heart pounded as she pushed herself to keep up
with Caleb. Her flashlight flickered, the beam struggling against the
oppressive dark. Keep moving, Caleb shouted. One of the hounds leaped,
its form stretching unnaturally as it lunged for Mere. She
ducked just in time, the creature's claws swiping through the
air above her. The cold that radiated from it left
her shivering. Caleb grabbed her pipe from the ground and
swung it wildly, dispersing one of the hounds into a
cloud of smoke. They're not invincible, but they'll keep reforming
unless we get out of here. Mia nodded, grabbing a
loose piece of metal from the ground. As they ran.
The hounds were relentless, reforming faster than she thought possible.
Over Here, Caleb yelled, leading her towards a ladder to
the far wall. They scrambled up, the hounds snapping at
their heels. Mia swung her makeshift weapon at one, the metal,
slicing through its shadowy form. It let out a shriek
before dissolving into a mist. At the top of the ladder,
they found themselves in a narrow corridor with a heavy,
still door at the end. Caleb sprinted towards it, throwing
his weight against the rusted handle. Help me, he shouted.
Mia rushed over, adding her strength. Together they managed to
wrench open the door and stumble through it, slamming it
behind them. Shut. The hum and the growls ceased abruptly,
leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing. What were
those thicks, Mia asked, leaning against the door. The hounds
are crimsons and forces, Caleb said, wiping sweat from his brow.
The hunt anyone who defies them. I've seen them tear
people apart. Mia shivered. They were fast, but they didn't
feel like they weren't fully there. They're not, Caleb replied.
They are extensions of ones who control Crimson. Shadows given form.
Why didn't they follow us through the door, Caleb jested,
gestured towards the frame metal frame wards. I etched them
on each of every one of our escape routes. I
couldn't find that I could find. They won't hold forever,
but they buy time me as sports raced. The more
she learned about Crimson, the more it seemed like an
unstoppable force that they had to be away to fight back.
All right, she said, pushing off the door. What's the plan?
You said, you know their secrets. If we're going to
stop them, I need to know everything. Caleb hesitated, his
eyes flickering towards the shadows pooling at the edge of
the room. First, we need to get out of here.
This whole place is a trap. But if you really
want to take them on, we'll have to go somewhere safe.
Where's safe, Caleb, are where's safe? He asked Caleb Metha gates.
His expression is expression grim nowhere, But I know people
can help if they're still alive. As they prepared to leave,
Mia felt her phone vibrate again. She pulled it out,
the Crimson app growing ominously. Failure would not be tolerated.
Her stomach tightened. They knew the game had changed now.
It wasn't just about Ethan, it was about survival and
whatever price Crimson would demand for her defiance, said the