Eridanus Flooding

Eridanus Flooding
In the quiet, rhodium-rich town of Rinshawn, where fortunes are made and secrets fester, Silvia Praxton, a notorious 'black widow,' narrowly escapes a mysterious attack. As she cowers, a jaded Navy SEAL Commander, Jack Rhodes, is reluctantly pulled into the fray. What seems like a simple prank quickly unravels into a complex web of deceit and danger, forcing Jack to confront a reality far darker than he imagined. Will he uncover the truth before the town's hidden depths consume them all?

The air in Rinshawn was thick with the scent of pine and something else, something metallic and strange, a smell that clung to the wealthy and the desperate alike. Silvia Praxton, still fuming from another failed husband hunt, slammed her front door shut, the echo a testament to her irritation.

She poured a generous glass of dark red wine, the liquid swirling like her tumultuous thoughts. This town, with its sudden rhodium boom, was supposed to be easy. Instead, it was a hotbed of gossip, labeling her a 'black widow' before she could even find her next mark.

As she soaked in her luxurious bath, the sound of glass shattering ripped through the quiet house. Not her wine glass, but the window over her sink. A strange, almost festive pop, like a firecracker, but it wasn't the Fourth of July.

Terror clawed at her. She scrambled for her phone, dialing emergency services, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper. "Someone is going to kill me!" she shrieked, huddling in a closet, the faint glow of firelight seeping under the door, painting her world in a hellish red. Footsteps echoed, growing closer, and the doorknob began to turn.