The letter arrived in a steel box, delivered by a dead man.
Michael found the body at dawn, sprawled across the steps of the new community center. The man's throat had been cut with surgical precision—clean, professional, deliberate. In his hands, he clutched a steel box, its surface cold and unmarked.
Michael knelt beside the body, his jaw tight. Another death. Another message. Another enemy he hadn't known existed.
Mira appeared at his side, her face pale. "Who is he?"
Michael opened the box. Inside lay a single sheet of paper, embossed with a symbol he'd never seen before—a ghost emerging from a broken chain.
The Ghost has returned. The Hollow Punch will face his greatest challenge. The truth will be revealed. —The Ghost
Michael stared at the letter, his blood running cold. The Gh
