Having listened to so many unbelievable stories in such a short time, my hunger had taken over, and I downed my cappuccino in one gulp, followed by a creampuff that melted in my mouth. As I chewed, I tried to digest not just the food but also the reality of what was unfolding around me, piecing together the fragmented stories Xavier had shared.
First and foremost was the undeniable truth: ghosts and evil entities, which I had never believed in, actually existed. It was a staggering revelation, one that felt surreal yet undeniable. Then there were the people who could see these spirits—like Xavier—who navigated a world I had only glimpsed through the lens of fiction.
