"What?" the old man said slowly, a faint smile forming as his eyes studied Ghost with unsettling precision. "Did you see a ghost… or did I just see one?"
The moment those words settled into the air, something inside Ghost shifted completely.
His relaxed posture vanished.
His shoulders straightened, his stance adjusted with subtle precision, and his eyes sharpened into something far colder and more alert. The boy who had been quietly sharing coffee moments only minutes ago was gone, and in his place stood the operative feared across unseen battlefields.
His gaze locked onto the old man.
Careful.
Measured.
Ready.
Louis watched him with quiet interest, as if observing a transformation he had expected all along.
"Do not worry," Louis said calmly. "I know who you are. And I know why you are here."
