Chapter 81: Classes
"So she doesn’t even remember what CNA stands for," Matthew muttered, eyes fixed on the view outside the car window. He’d spent the entire night digging through articles, forums, even encrypted sites. Sadly, nothing came up. Not a single credible mention of a place called CNA.
He figured it would be secretive. That wasn’t surprising. What annoyed him was how useless the ghost girl turned out to be. No coordinates. No full name. Not even a damn landmark.
All she said was that the term surfaced in her memory.
"Memory, my ass..." he thought bitterly. He really had no idea what kind of mess he’d gotten himself into.
Matthew muttered a curse under his breath as he stepped through the school gates. His backpack weighed lightly on his shoulder. Having a space inside the bag is actually something else, he thought inwardly.
The ghost girl floated just a few paces behind him, invisible to everyone else. "You’re grumbling again."
He ignored her.
He didn’t sleep last night. Instead, he combed the internet, cross-referenced obscure message boards, scanned library archives, and came up with exactly nothing. No article. No news. No leaked video. No confirmation that a place called CNA even existed. He wasted too much time and discovered nothing.
According to the ghost girl, there were schools for Nexians. Real, institutionalized training centers hidden across the globe. Old as empires. Older, maybe.
Matthew clenched his jaw as he walked toward the main building. So the Nexians had been around for centuries, working together with a few select humans to remain hidden from the world? If that were true, the implications were huge. It meant a parallel society operated right under everyone’s noses. Unseen. Untouched. And protected.
He stopped near the hallway bulletin board and scanned the notices without seeing them. "So, let me get this straight," he mumbled. "Once someone awakens, they’re supposed to be enrolled in one of these hidden Nexian schools?"