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The ghost in the system

Author: Scare crow
last update publish date: 2026-10-16 20:50:06

The Ghost in the System

(Abel's POV)

My neck felt like it had been fused together with rusted iron.

When I finally blinked my eyes open, the pale, sickly light of morning was bleeding sideways through the heavy window blinds of my private office. I had slumped forward sometime before dawn, passing out right there in the stiff leather desk chair with my arms crossed over the mahogany wood. Every single joint in my body locked up with a sharp, blinding protest as I straightened. A dull, throbbing
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