MEDUSA

Seven years ago, a horrific event dubbed the 'Medusa attack' shattered Chad's world, scattering his friends and leaving him haunted by unanswered questions. Now, back in the chaotic embrace of Nigeria, Chad finds himself plunged into the very nightmare he fled. Kidnappings, assassins, and the resurfacing of old nightmares signal that the Medusa, a shadowy secret society, is still very much alive and pulling the strings. As the lines between past and present blur, Chad must confront a terrifying truth: the 'Medusa attack' was just the beginning, and he's been drawn back into a deadly game where secrets kill and trust is a luxury he can't afford. Can he unravel the web of deceit before it consumes him entirely?

MEDUSA

Seven years ago, a horrific event dubbed the 'Medusa attack' shattered Chad's world, scattering his friends and leaving him haunted by unanswered questions. Now, back in the chaotic embrace of Nigeria, Chad finds himself plunged into the very nightmare he fled. Kidnappings, assassins, and the resurfacing of old nightmares signal that the Medusa, a shadowy secret society, is still very much alive and pulling the strings. As the lines between past and present blur, Chad must confront a terrifying truth: the 'Medusa attack' was just the beginning, and he's been drawn back into a deadly game where secrets kill and trust is a luxury he can't afford. Can he unravel the web of deceit before it consumes him entirely?

The deep blue of the evening sky embraced Chad as he stepped onto Nigerian soil, the dry harmattan wind a familiar caress against his skin. Seven years. Seven years since that cold, event-filled night that forever altered his life, changing even the good to something mediocre. He inhaled deeply, the humid air carrying the distinct scent of home—a mix of corruption, insincerity, and dust, a smell he knew all too well.

“Oga, na twelve thousand naira, last,” the cabman grumbled, his voice grating. Chad, with an involuntary smirk, stressed the 'joor' in his reply, pleased to find the Nigerian slang still on his tongue. As the rickety taxi coughed to life, Chad settled in, his mind drifting back to that fateful night, the conference, the 'Medusa attack,' and the faces of his friends: Ronald, Chinny, and Uche, now vanished.

Suddenly, a deafening screech of tires ripped through his thoughts. The taxi lurched, then slammed to a halt. In front of them, a group of masked men in black, silver pistols gleaming, stood blocking the road. “Oh, here we go again,” Chad almost muttered, a chilling wave of fear crawling up his spine. The woman in the backseat shrieked, "Jesus! Jesus! Sweet lawd!" as the masked leader barked, "Shut the fuck up and get out of the fucking car, mate."