Chapter 32

Three nights before Jacob Montgomery's death, a spirit roamed the earth in silence. Andrew—once known as a simple café boy—had died. His death had come without warning, but what followed was far more chilling. After his passing, his spirit lingered, restless, and wandering. He drifted aimlessly through cities and fields, unaware of the time that had passed. When the fateful moment came for his soul to return to his body after a week, his body was gone.

Panic surged through him as he searched in vain. He couldn't find it. His body, his very own vessel, had vanished. There was no peace in this limbo, only a strange pull toward something he couldn’t understand.

The pull eventually led him to a mansion. Something about this place felt familiar, more like Déjà vu. He couldn't place the exact connection, but the sensation gnawed at him. Was it the architecture? The smell of old wood? He drifted further, drawn by an invisible force until he found himself attached to a specific room. It wa