The Ghost wasn't just a myth in their world. He was a legend. The one who trained Lovi in the earliest days of his hacking life, before he became the man behind the mask. But Lovi hadn't seen him in years. Not since that night in Morocco when they parted ways. No contact. No digital footprint. No updates. The Ghost disappeared as he lived without a sound.
But even so… no. This wasn't the Ghost. He was sure of it.
"Could it be a student of his? Someone else he trained?" Lovi whispered to himself, pacing faster now, anxiety lacing his breath. "Or… has he returned? Is this a message?"
But who would The Ghost be working for now?
"Damn it!" he snapped, kicking the edge of his swivel chair and sending it spinning lightly across the room.
He stopped near the window, arms folded across his chest, staring into the rainy skyline outside. The city lights blurred in the glass, like the mess in his mind.
His phone buzzed softly on the desk behind him. He didn't even flinch.
