The Very Prudent Decisions of Hortlakçı Süleyman Hoca
Sep 11, 2026 · 12 min · 4 segments
# Project Gnosis **The year is 2030 CE.** The Earth faces tensions in the realms of the mundane and the supernatural. Organizations and individuals have answered the call to keep the balance of…
Cem AydınHostChapter 1.
Shadows of the Dead Darkness.
Nothing but absolute darkness, as should be expected from the interior of a warehouse in the middle of the night.
For most people, darkness is a great enemy and a force of fear inherent in minds of all that live.
Because in darkness lies the unknown.
But for me, darkness is an ally that I have come to trust and rely on to keep me safe from the malevolent gazes of my foes.
It is the greatest utility in stealth and a refuge for those pursued.
However, darkness can favour those foes that rely on it to trap the unwary, just as I rely on it to stay hidden.
It can go either way on a mission like this.
Okay, enough music.
I'll be back.
I open the creaky window, shining light into the void.
I descend through the window slowly.
I am no ninja, but I try to navigate the large containers and trailers in the room based on some movements from people I watch on YouTube.
They practice parkour, I believe.
I move up to an upstairs office and phase through the door like it was a curtain.
Admittedly, such attempts can be exerting even for someone of my nature.
I turn on the light.
I see myself in the mirror, black hoodie and sweatpants, and my face concealed with a bandana over my mouth and a hood over my head.
I also have my tattoo.
My cursed tattoo.
A skull head with a serpentine body.
Not much can be said of myself other than I am still here, despite everything.
No rest for the wicked, it seems.
Where is it? Maybe not these file cabinets.
Chapter 1.
Shadows of the Dead Darkness.
Nothing but absolute darkness, as should be expected from the interior of a warehouse in the middle of the night.
For most people, darkness is a great enemy and a force of fear inherent in minds of all that live.
Because in darkness lies the unknown.
But for me, darkness is an ally that I have come to trust and rely on to keep me safe from the malevolent gazes of my foes.
It is the greatest utility in stealth and a refuge for those pursued.
However, darkness can favour those foes that rely on it to trap the unwary, just as I rely on it to stay hidden.
It can go either way on a mission like this.
Okay, enough music.
I'll be back.
I open the creaky window, shining light into the void.
I descend through the window slowly.
I am no ninja, but I try to navigate the large containers and trailers in the room based on some movements from people I watch on YouTube.
They practice parkour, I believe.
I move up to an upstairs office and phase through the door like it was a curtain.
Admittedly, such attempts can be exerting even for someone of my nature.
I turn on the light.
I see myself in the mirror, black hoodie and sweatpants, and my face concealed with a bandana over my mouth and a hood over my head.
I also have my tattoo.
My cursed tattoo.
A skull head with a serpentine body.
Not much can be said of myself other than I am still here, despite everything.
No rest for the wicked, it seems.
Where is it? Maybe not these file cabinets.
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