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Fynn shook his head, “Under the assumption that it wasn’t an issue with the footage, we went back and turned the entire place upside down again. But we still did not manage to find another way into the lab. We even considered the possibility of this person being invisible, but there was no footage of the doors opening by themselves. And if an invisible person had sneaked in after someone else had opened the doors, the camera would capture the irregularities with the natural motion of the doors.” Fynn rubbed his bloodshot eyes, “As things stand now, we are still looking for an explanation for this anomaly. And meanwhile, since this person clearly exists, yet we can’t see them, we are temporar

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

asked Juno. “…First of all, this perfume bag… It’s called ghost-luring perfume, and as its name suggests, it’s used to lure ghosts. Moving on to the letter, Old Flint apparently wants to head to a place called Grimhelm to investigate some secrets regarding vampires. Though he’s asking me if I’m willing to go with him, since he sent me this perfume bag, I’m sure he means business. After all, I told him to only send this particular kind of perfume bag over if major issues came up!”

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

the brunette Moroi challenged her friend. "I'm not checking out shit because there's nothing to check out! You guys are just trying to scare me." "I swear, Lana. I really heard it this time," Iris said as she took a step back. "Heard what," I repeated more loudly, not bothering to hide my irritation this time. "The ghost of Sadira Ivashkov," Gwyneth morbidly replied. "A ghost," I asked dryly. Two of them nodded their heads while Lana just looked at them uneasily. "You seriously expect me to believe that? How dense do you think I am?"

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

And I fucking hated the dark. I still hadn’t figured out who had breached my system. No trail, no breadcrumbs, not even the faintest flicker of an IP to follow. There were only two names that came to mind that might belong to the person. Gambit and Nyx. Those were two people who I’d heard whispers of being talented enough to pull that trick off. The names were all I had. No files. No images. No histories. Nothing. Which was exactly what made them dangerous. Ghosts were harder to fight than enemies with faces, and whoever they were, they were skilled enough to keep me blind.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

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