Page 1 of Veil of Shadows

Chapter One – Alyssa

The lab is bathed in a harsh glow from the overhead lights, casting shadows that stretch long and thin across the walls. It’s well past midnight, and I should’ve gone home hours ago. But I can’t. Not when I’m this close to figuring it out.

The only sound is the steady hum of machines and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. I lean over my microscope, twisting the focus knob with precision. A line appears in the sample—a faint, almost invisible mark running through the cell structures. It’s like a scar, hidden so carefully you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. But I see it. I always do.

I push back from the table, letting my eyes drift over the mess of notes scattered across my desk. Pages covered in scribbles, charts, and half-formed ideas. The past month has been nothing but a blur of tests and dead ends. Each victim shows the same signs—muscles locked up, organs failing, and this maddeningly subtle compound that slips through every standard test like it was designed to hide.

I grab one of the reports and flip it open, my eyes darting over the familiar details. Every case has the same pattern. But this isn't natural. It can’t be. No known toxin matches this. Whoever created this knew exactly what they were doing. It’s like a ghost, a shadow. Almost perfect, but not quite enough to fool me.

A soft knock breaks the quiet, startling me. I jerk my head up, my heart thudding in my chest. It’s Nina Smith.She steps inside, her expression hovering between concern and exasperation.

“You’re still here?” she asks, her voice low and tired. She’s still in her work clothes, though her brown hair’s come loose, strands framing her face.

I nod, rubbing a hand over my eyes. “Yeah, just... one more sample,” I say, even though we both know it’s never just one more.

She crosses her arms and leans against the counter. “Alyssa, it’s late. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I know,” I mutter, but my gaze keeps flicking back to the microscope. “I’m onto something. I can feel it. I just need a little more time.”

Nina sighs, but she steps closer, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Alright, show me what you’ve found.”

I gesture toward the microscope. “Take a look.”

She leans in, her brows furrowing as she adjusts the lens. There’s a long silence before she straightens, her face pale. “What is that?”

I can’t help the small, bitter smile that tugs at my lips. “I don’t know. But it’s showing up in every single case. The victims—they’re dying in the same way. Muscles turning to stone, organs just... shutting down. And this compound is always there, lurking.”

Nina’s brown eyes widen, and she stares at me like I’ve just told her a ghost story. “You think this is... deliberate?”

I nod, the weight of it settling heavy in my chest. “I’m sure of it. This isn’t some random contamination. Someone engineered this toxin to be almost undetectable. It’s too precise, too... perfect.”

She swallows hard, her eyes darting to the door as if expecting someone to burst in. “Alyssa, if you’re right... you’re talking about someone dangerous. This isn’t just any criminal.”

“Yeah.” I run a hand through my tangled hair, frustration and exhaustion tangling in my gut. “I think it’s the Bratva.”

Her face goes ashen. “The Russian mafia?” She lowers her voice to a whisper, as if saying it too loud might summon them from the shadows.

I nod again, my throat dry. “They have the reach, the resources, and they don’t care who they hurt. Whoever designed this toxin knew exactly what they were doing, and they don’t care about the bodies they leave behind.”

Nina’s hands tighten on the counter, her knuckles turning white. “Alyssa, this is too dangerous. If they find out you’re poking around...”

“I’m careful,” I say quickly, but the tremor in my voice betrays me. “I’m not officially reporting this yet. Just gathering evidence. But I can’t turn my back on this. If they’re using this toxin, there are more victims out there. People who don’t even know they’re being targeted.”

Nina stares at me, her eyes searching mine for something—maybe a hint that I’ll back down, that I’ll let this go. But she won’t find it. I’m in too deep.

She takes a shaky breath, then reaches out to squeeze my shoulder. “Fine,” she says. “But promise me you won’t do anything reckless. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I promise.” I try to sound confident, but the truth is, I’m terrified. Because this feels like stepping off a cliff, not knowing what waits below.

Nina gives me one last look, her eyes dark with worry, before she turns to leave. The door clicks shut behind her, and the silence swallows me whole again.

I stand there for a moment, the emptiness of the lab pressing in on me. The weight of what I’ve discovered hangs heavy in the air. I turn back to the microscope, my fingers shaking just slightly as I adjust the lens.

There’s no turning back now.

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I step out of the lab, the cold air cutting through me like a blade. My heels click against the pavement, sharp and lonely in the quiet street. It’s late—too late for anyone to be out here, but the emptiness only seems to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Something isn’t right.

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