Solo Syndicate Darkness

By Izran Shaikh

During the year 2193, a mysterious figure perpetrates a murder in a country ruled by the governing system Nexus.

The dream of Nexus to make a crime-free nation, shattered.

"How can someone bypass the security of Nexus?" "Who is this guy?" "What's that book in his hand, it's titled 'SiN'"

Experience the life of Kian Cullen, A poor struggling self-published Author, through his realistic, philosophical book SiN.

"I'm convinced, even if I were to write a book titled 'Spoilers', having accurate predictions of the future; still no one would buy it."

 

SiN, a book published 170- years ago, in 2023. How it made a life-changing impact on a young boy who is now it's biggest admirer.

"Kian, your Art was a Cubism. I will make everyone pay respect to your name."

 

Solo Syndicate Darkness seamlessly incorporates all three narration perspectives and blends across multiple genres whilst maintaining it's core Realistic-Fiction.

A book within a book; Writing that loops. Everything is connected and serves a deep purpose.

"It's not just a book, it's a message to the members of Solo Syndicate"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Izran Shaikh
• Release date: Mar 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215149683

Book preview

The Nexu[S]

Sin. The most trending topic on every nation-wide news medium and the internet. News of a murder committed by a young individual wearing a black jacket with the letters ‘S i N’ written on its back, went viral within a few hours. Due to lack of any relevant information, everyone is referring to him as Sin.

Nobody seems to have any information on this mysterious figure, besides his few pictures captured by a lady on the streets where this terrifying incident took place. These pics spread faster than any news has ever been since the last decade. The culprit Sin, wearing black jeans and jacket over white t-shirt; face covered with a full black mask, a big smiley mouth and spikey teeth drawn on it. But the most intriguing details were him carrying a double-edged sword in one hand and a book in other hand. A zoomed-in view on the book revealed its title, ‘SiN’.

No such book exists on internet archives. The book appeared to be quite ancient, most of its letters below the word sin were faded along with the image on its cover. That book became just as mysterious as him, both having the name SiN.

Who is sin? How was he able to perpetrate a murder in a crowded place? How can someone bypass the security of Nexus? Not only were these questions trending, they were threatening. The governing system Nexus promised it’s citizens a place free of crimes. Nexus also claimed to be a bulletproof system. What happened to those promises and claims. Perhaps more than the people, Sin has shocked The Nexu[S]

S[i]N

PHASES

End Precedes [S]tart

Weird Memor[Y]

Raiso[N] D’etre

In [D]arkness

Peak of Pess[I]mism

Perfe[C]tionists at Pretending

[A] Perfect World

Selec[T]ivism

Solo Syndicat[E]

Fresh Start[.]

End precedes [S]tart

Hello NPC; My name is Kian, you can call me Sin. After committing unforgivable sins, I felt like my existence is a sin in itself. Would’ve been better if my parents had potted a plant instead of giving birth to me. At least taking its care would’ve gifted oxygen to the world; but I’m here just consuming it for free.

Nonetheless, I do something that’s uselessly good. I’m an author, I write books which nobody buys. When you reach the end of this book, let me know if I deserve buyers or not. If I don’t, then nobody else does. And I’m not the only one like this; agree to disagree but a deepest thinker, a greatest artist, or a most brilliant innovator will always be in the shadows, crafting their masterpiece that very few will get the honor to witness. All the talented people in the world whose ideas can bring revolution in various fields are criticized by the sheeps, taken advantage of by the frauds and suppressed by the corrupt ill-minded authorities who wants the systems to remain as they are, terrible.

Talented ones usually fail, very few of them survives to make it and makes it to survive longer. I am a failure who have embraced failures. I’m writing this book with a hope that it becomes your hope whenever you find yourself lost in the dark with no light to be seen. You’ve lost too much already, don’t lose your hope, don’t crush your dreams.

Ironically, loneliness has surrounded you. Instead of nothing, there’s emptiness inside you. You feel lost, blinded and being consumed by darkness. Darkness is ‘something’, it’s not an embodiment of nothing. Darkness in my terms is Anti-Everything. A force that drives you insane, gives birth to negative thoughts; brings out the demon inside you. But you are not alone. If you cry for help when you're all alone; feel that your failures have ruined your life; or darkness drove you to commit sins. Then you belong to Solo Syndicate.

[—]

Through this book, you will learn about the experiences I've had thus far in my life, as well as how I view the world and how they've all shaped me into the person I am today. I feared fear to the point that it made me fearless. I could die at any moment, even now as I’m writing this book. But because you’re reading this published book, it means I didn’t.

The reason I brought up the topic of death is due to the incident that happened with me few hours earlier. When I went to purchase a pen so I could start writing this book; it was a horrible experience.

I was almost caught by that Mr. Steroids in that stationery store. When I purchased this cursed pen from the shop and turned to the door. Saw that muscular guy entering, the moment our eyes met, he screamed ‘You’. His rough and raucous voice freaked me out, couldn’t recognize him at first. Trying to grasp the situation— who is this guy, why is he shouting at me, what is happening, why is he raising his leg; a solid kick on my chest at least answered the last question.

No one has ever kicked me with such strength before. I swear; that was an extraordinary kick. It had rendered me unable to speak for a few seconds, I couldn’t even breathe properly. In the midst of all that mess; one thing was clear, ‘I must get out of here’. Stood up, took short breaths and dashed towards the door but he was standing right in front of it. My desperate attempts of pushing him out of the way were failing; as he began to hit my back with his hammer-like elbow.

Everything was twisted and spiraling, why should I think straight. When nothing makes sense, why should I make. Pulled out my lovely, cursed handy cutter and stabbed in his left arm. Pushed it deep inside while pushing him out of the way with all my strength. I somehow managed to escape. Turned around one last time while sprinting away, saw his face, and recognized him.

[—]

He was the guy who saw me in a deadly fight with a thug, in an alley at night, 2 days ago. I have a habit— yes, a habit of roaming alone at night every single day. Even when I have a destination in mind, I totally avoid the route which is used by lot of people. Choosing only the route which can lead me to my destination without having to see lot of faces.

I wasn’t like this back when I was a kid. In fact, I used to wish to visit famous tourist places and modern cities like Tokyo, San Francisco. But as I grew up, lost the interest and became more and more distant from others. Now I am someone who loves to stay in the shadows, I don’t even feel like visiting those places. Alleys, empty streets, silent cities, that’s what I like the most now. Nothing feels more pleasant than wandering alone at night while listening music, and the moment a calm breeze greets me— that’s an experience I can’t describe my love for.

While I was out late two days ago, I came across an alley where a man was smoking. Without a second thought, I entered there because it was my regular route.