Operation Echo Cage (2014–2016)

Operation Echo Cage (2014–2016) Long before Holtfaction shook underground stages with blood-slicked chords and hypnotic frequencies, before Evan Love Riot found his partner in ritual and rhythm, there was a trap set by the very shadows he once served. In 2014, Evan Love Riot—then known only by his birth name, redacted from this document—was arrested under suspicious circumstances in an alley outside Richmond. The charges: assault, destruction of property, and intent to incite. The official story painted a picture of spontaneous violence, a man unraveling. But those who knew him—and those watching—knew better. This wasn’t a breakdown. It was a retrieval. The CIA had been monitoring Evan ever since his exit from covert psychological operations in Eastern Europe. His unauthorized use of subharmonic frequencies, combined with his deepening occult rituals, had triggered a quiet alarm within Langley. They feared he was drifting beyond their grasp—communing with forces they couldn’t monitor, using frequencies they couldn’t decode. So they did what they always do: they constructed a parallel truth. A minor political protest that Evan had orchestrated—one that involved an anonymous release of subliminal audio disrupting a state government meeting—was never publicly acknowledged. Instead, the CIA leveraged law enforcement to arrest him on falsified charges. Parallel construction masked the origin of the intel, repackaged as a street brawl, and buried the real purpose under routine court procedure. No mention of sound. No mention of magic. No mention of the sigil carved in blood beneath the courthouse stairs. By 2016, Evan had moved again, this time to D.C.—drawn like a moth to old embers. Here, the second arrest occurred. A weapon planted. A stranger paid. Surveillance footage mysteriously erased. It was a message. A leash yanked tight.
The CIA hadn’t just framed him—they were nudging him. Not to destroy him, but to steer him. Langley had long theorized that Evan’s ability to access occult resonance could be harnessed—not suppressed. His detentions were designed as containment and recalibration, steering him back to his origin point in Virginia. They needed him close to the forest. Close to the source. Close to the sealed bunker beneath Quantico once known as Echo Cage, where occult weaponry experiments had failed catastrophically in 1987. What Langley didn’t predict, however, was Evan’s awakening. With each arrest, each betrayal, the veils between this world and the next thinned. Evan began to hear the hum beneath language again. See the glyphs in concrete. And by the time they released him for the second time, he wasn’t just a man with a past—he was an echo forged into a blade. Holtfaction would be his answer. Music would be the ritual. The world would hear what the CIA had tried to contain. They sent him home. They sent him back. But they forgot one thing: You can’t steer what doesn’t want a driver. ⸻ To be continued…

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