"So she doesn't even remember what CNA stands for," Matthew muttered, eyes fixed on the view outside the car window. He'd spent the entire night digging through articles, forums, even encrypted sites. Sadly, nothing came up. Not a single credible mention of a place called CNA.
He figured it would be secretive. That wasn't surprising. What annoyed him was how useless the ghost girl turned out to be. No coordinates. No full name. Not even a damn landmark.
All she said was that the term surfaced in her memory.
"Memory, my ass…" he thought bitterly. He really had no idea what kind of mess he'd gotten himself into.
Matthew muttered a curse under his breath as he stepped through the school gates. His backpack weighed lightly on his shoulder. Having a space inside the bag is actually something else, he thought inwardly.
The ghost girl floated just a few paces behind him, invisible to everyone else. "You're grumbling again."
He ignored her.
