Roman
Creeping steadily through the Council building the way I learned as a young boy, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. It almost feels like someone is watching me, biding their time as they wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. It almost feels like I’m being haunted by a ghost. The Ghost.
I thought I killed the bloody Ghost. Then why do I have the feeling this is him?
I stop in my tracks, knowing there is no point to keep running and try to shake him off my trail. Whoever this Ghost is.
I hear footsteps approaching, and I realise I can hear them only because the owner is allowing me to. A grim smile makes its way on my face, despite this being the worst possible time to smile. If I screw this up and wind up dead, then Stella is as good as dead too.
My mind works
