Xavier POV

“Every ghost leaves a signal. It's our job to decode it before it kills us.”

The signal wasn’t supposed to exist.

At least, not anymore.

Luca leaned over the console, his fingers moving so fast the old terminal groaned in protest.

“Coordinates lock,” he said under his breath. “You’re not gonna like this.”

“Try me.”

He turned the screen toward me. The map pulsed faintly red, triangulated between three towers along the old industrial belt. Right in the center sat a ...