Adam tucked his fingers around his chin, brooding over Louis' words on his way out of class. "To guide ghosts back to where they belong," he repeated, enlightened by the exorcist's noble purpose.
More than agreeing, he embraced it wholeheartedly. Even after thirty-one years, he had never forgotten Rachel's distress in her last breath. In her final moment of clarity, she regretted what she had become and feared the horror she might turn into—so much so that she thanked him for ending her ghostly existence.
Ghosts were once people, lost shadows as Louis had called them. They deserved peace in the Netherworld. But was it really peaceful? As the souls' last destination, it must be. At least, that's what he told himself to chase away somber thoughts. Still, a deep furrow creased his brow.
Something didn't add up about the lesson.
