Chapter Twenty Eight: An Unfortunate Ghost

Eliot felt it too. It wasn't really that strong, but he felt it. He was also sensing it, and the more he indulge his senses, the more his heart beats faster. It seems that there is something wrong. Something terribly wrong.

The Economics Institute has proven to be hard to navigate, and he did not take it too seriously. Now, he is starting to regret it. His creativity has slowly fading, and everytime he tried using his imagination it gets harder and harder. He knew something was not right, but he cannot place it.

He was sitting behind his desk when he heard it. At first, he thought he was just hearing sounds somewhere, but after a while, he can hear it audible enough to catch his attention.

"Music... music..."

He was taken aback. "What...? Who's there?"

The voice suddenly became louder. "The music... the window to the soul..."

Eliot can hear only a portion of it, but it was loud enough. He cannot understand what is the message, so he used his imagination.

His eyes opened wider. There was a ghost in front of him. "The music is the key." It said to him. "Unfortunately."

"Are you a neuron?" He asked. "Are you the one I was looking for?"

"The war has begun and the odds are even. There is nothing we can do. It is now."

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