People think being a ghost hunter means chasing shadows, but I know better. Ghosts don’t just lurk in the dark—they linger in the spaces between memory and regret. I’ve seen spirits lost in echoes of the past, but I never thought I’d find one that mattered so much to me. Name’s Helix. Just Helix. If I had a last name, I left it behind with my old life. I was a different person back then—just a kid with too much hope and not enough sense. Now? Now I track the things most people are too afraid.