Griffin's devotion to the science of optics has rendered him invisible. Problem: he doesn't know how to get back.
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People stare at the face wrapped in bandages, and the glasses, and the gloves. But they don't ask too much.
Fortunately, the recent "ghost" sightings have spiced things up around the hotel.
How peculiar. I keep hearing about occurences around town. Everyone whispering about ghosts.
Well, as long as I'm stuck with this invisibility thing, I may as well at least have some fun with it.
I swear to god I thought someone touched me earlier, even though I was alone. Just gently, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
Managed to pull myself away in time to regain my wits.
The hardest part seems to be staying sane.
Okay, I'm not going to lie.
Everyone saw my panties today.
BECAUSE A GHOST PULLED MY DRESS UP DURING MY FIRST EVER GHOST TOUR.
These stories about ghosts are really getting old.
And yet, why can't I shake this feeling that something is going on?
Swiping that cash from Janny was too easy yesterday. Today, too. I don't know why I haven't been doing that more often.
I keep thinking I have to play by society's rules, but I'm outside of that now.
I need money and I need lots of it.
I woke to find a letter under my hotel room door.
The letter raises a few questions: Who would tell me this, and why?
And more importantly, how does this person even know who I am?
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