A low, beautiful piano melody filled his headphones. Then, just as the strings swelled, the music distorted. A voice—whispered, layered under the harmony—said: “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Then his phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “Stop listening to the dead.”
Leo froze. He played it again. The voice was clearer this time: “They erased us for a reason.”
A low, beautiful piano melody filled his headphones. Then, just as the strings swelled, the music distorted. A voice—whispered, layered under the harmony—said: “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Then his phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “Stop listening to the dead.”
Leo froze. He played it again. The voice was clearer this time: “They erased us for a reason.”