Evil Inside -

The hum of the fluorescent lights in Elias’s study was the only sound in the house, a steady, buzzing drone that usually helped him think. Tonight, however, it felt like a serrated blade scraping against his skull.

He remembered Vane’s voice, calm and melodic. "We all think we're the heroes of our own stories, Elias. But have you ever wondered why you’re so good at cleaning up the dark? It’s because you recognize the shape of it. It’s familiar, isn't it?". Evil Inside

Elias was a "Fixer." When the city’s elite had impulses they couldn’t scrub clean with money alone, they called him. He didn’t just bury bodies; he buried the intent . He was a master of the moral grey area, a man who believed that evil was simply a lack of better options. But lately, the options were running out. The hum of the fluorescent lights in Elias’s

Elias reached for a glass of water, but his hand stopped mid-air. In the reflection of the dark window, he didn't see himself. He saw a version of Elias whose eyes were just a shade too wide, whose smile was just a fraction too sharp. It was the "origin story of pain" he had spent a lifetime suppressing, now clawing its way to the surface. "We all think we're the heroes of our own stories, Elias