Chapter 33

43 hours had passed, and an eerie silence enveloped Anderson’s hideout. Shadows filled the room, with only faint moonlight breaking through the cracks in the old walls. Two spirits hovered above a single body lying on the floor. The atmosphere was thick with unspeakable tension. One spirit tormented the other, while the other sulked in guilt.

Anderson’s spirit circled around Jacob’s fading ghost, grinning maliciously. He seemed to feed off Jacob’s misery, his voice dripping with cruelty as he sneered, “You’re no different from the man who killed you, are you? A thief.”

Jacob’s spirit recoiled, his pale form flickering slightly. The accusation stung, but it wasn’t the first time Anderson had spat those words at him. The guilt weighed heavily on him, but he couldn’t find the strength to speak. Not yet.

Anderson's spirit floated closer, his cold, lifeless eyes locking onto Jacob’s. “What makes you think you’re better than Victor, huh? You framed someone else for a death that wasn’t even