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I saw another picture of the ground, blood pooled on the pavement, dark and thick. I looked away. "I'll be in my room," I said. Kael kissed my forehead. I turned and walked out. The door closed behind me. I stood in the hallway for a moment, listening to the muffled voices on the other side. They were looking for a ghost. They would never find one. I walked back to my room and closed the door.

​"Where is he?" ​"He’s in the 'Ghost-Tower,'" the Glitcher said, pointing a trembling finger upward. "The one building in the city that doesn't exist on any map. It’s made of 'Phase-Matter.' If you don't have the right frequency, you’ll walk right through it and never see it." ​The Ghost-Tower ​Using the Glitcher’s stolen "Phase-Key," the triplets bypassed the city’s primary security layers and reached the center of the Chiyoda district. In the middle of a crowded plaza, surrounded by thousands of salarymen and drones, stood a void.

“Tell me how to get in.” Philip gently tapped Garth's face with a letter opener. Since they had arrived, he would not worry too much. He planned to leave Garth here and enter by himself. “Enter the hotel and book a room. Then, take the elevator to the tenth-floor basement. Remember to take the innermost elevator. It’s not usually open to the public, and there are people on guard. You need to watch out if you want to sneak in.” Garth pretended to say with concern, but he inwardly wished that Philip would die in the hands of the guards.

Her face was as pale as a ghost and she was pointing at the restroom. “What happened?” he demanded. Upon seeing him, Jocelyn fell to his feet. “Mr. Cho!” she yelled. “T-t-t-t-there’s a ghost in this house! It attacked me twice! Once in the shed and then it attacked a few seconds ago in that room1” Jason ordered the other maids to take care of Jocelyn while he investigated the room. The window was open which meant that the perpetrator entered through it. He walked towards it and examined the ground outside. There was a footprint on the ground but right next to it, was a small rope…

Unhappy with the state he found Ian in, and not trusting the men he knew little about, he pulled the cot to block the bedroom door before curling up into a deep sleep. It was black as night when he felt something shake his bed. It was as if someone walked into it. A low curse that was just above a whisper sounded more in his head than in his ears. He sat up with a start and struggled to get his eyes into focus. “Who’s there?” When only silence greeted him, he lit a match and searched for a lantern. When it was sufficiently lit, he inspected both the inside and the outside of the building. He could see no one.

I entered his room in my second invisible form that even though he sees ghosts he won't be able to see me. He was shirtless! Wow! Such a big chest with six bony stuff on his belly. I don't know what those are but I anyway kept watching. He was about to pull off his shorts but suddenly stopped. "Get out of my room this minute or our deal is off!" He shouted "How did you know I was here?" I asked, bewildered. "That's none of your business, leave before I change my mind and call off our deal!" He stared hostilely in my direction and that was when I noticed his eyes colors were dark green.

So a gag here and there will be excused. So we filter into each floor and each direction. Then creeping up to the first room. One. Two. Three. Clear. Enter. Spill outside into to corridor again, then, second room. One. Two. Three. Enter. Clear. So far so good, no resistance but not great for we are not finding Matilda.

The worst of all is my pink bra, at least I would have chosen a white, I don't know, something that was not showy. "Ready, you'll be playing with Philips Morgan, in room four. If you want while it touches you, you can go to a room that is down the hall, I think there is an old fan there, you can put your shirt to dry a little and then I will take you to that room, because most likely is that you can get lost." • It was dark, with my hands I was touching the edge of the wall trying to find a power button. I found it!

I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs. The house smelled old, like wet newspaper, and dust swirled beneath our shoes with each step. The curtains were drawn, but lights slipped through the drapes’ gaps. Through the kitchen, we reached the living room; white fabric covered the couches and all other furniture. “This fucking gives me creeps,” I murmured, following Ghost on the stairs. “Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll protect your terrified ass,” Ghost teased, reaching the second-floor landing. “Why do you call me lover boy?” I mumbled, frowning. Each door to the room we passed by was open, and all four were empty, even the bathroom.