The Sentinels.

As society shifted in ways that unsettled conservative values—rising polarization, eroding traditions, and deepening distrust in institutions—a clandestine brotherhood took shape. They called themselves "Sentinels." Patriots, not vigilantes—correctors. They saw themselves as surgeons cutting out the rot in the system.

They were former military intelligence officers, hardened by combat, who believed they were witnessing the slow decline and unraveling of their nation. United by disillusionment, they swore an oath, not to their government, but to their own vision of America's salvation.

Their leader, a charismatic man with natural command presence, inspired loyalty. Using high-end encryption and military experience, they operated in absolute secrecy—communications untraceable, identities masked. Their mission: identify and neutralize what they saw as corrupting forces steering their homeland toward ruin.

Dan Murphy, a private investigator with a knack for stumbling into trouble, never meant to cross their path. His latest case, a seemingly straightforward drug overdose, should have been simple. But hinted at a far more complex shadow group, operating behind the scenes.

Another PI had already stumbled onto the group, compiling a thick file of findings. But his incoherent ramblings were unhelpful, only deepening the mystery. Dan, reluctant to get involved, became a pawn in their plans. A near-fatal shooting leaving him in a hospital bed. He barely registered the crack, the first bullet missed. The second tore through his shoulder, he returned fire. The acrid smell of gunpowder hanging in the air.

The police assured him the shooter was a lone extremist. Case closed.

Dan's gut instincts said otherwise. Someone was pulling the strings.

Now recovered but haunted, Dan tries to move on, back into work, but the paranoia lingered. His house feels insecure. Shadows seem to shift when he turns his back. Every quiet moment is punctuated by the uneasy sense of being watched.

What Dan doesn't know. The Sentinels are watching and waiting. Deciding their next move.