"Maybe they haunt the object rather than the internet itself," Rainbow mulled over the subject seriously, "You heard of how ghosts were rumoured to be locked in a sentimental belonging if they fail to pass on? This could be what happened. It's just like how some mountain roads have these 'phantom car' legends."

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"Eh, we're meeting up with one of my intel bros."

...

They reached Lowyat.

Specifically, the Mac Studio across a Japanese treat store, next to a Vivo outlet. Its ceiling to floor windows faced the road, which was bustling with pedestrians and cars, and the occasional pedlars that sold counterfeit products of expensive brands like Nike shoes.

The borough was lined up with trees that had lights on them: orange, white, cyan. They glowed brightly, providing the pavement walks a romantic atmosphere.

Murphy seemed unperturbed by the scenery and trudged up the stairs into the mall instead, and with a turn left, she was inside the Apple outlet.

A sales executive in black saw her and instinctively hollered at the counter. "Oi, Muffin! Murphy come look for you liao. Got hear or not?"

A bear of a man, easily twice Fletcher or Murphy's size [i]together[/i], rose from behind the countertop. His skin was dark, almost like a Southern Indian, but his features were distinguishable as your typical Chinese guy.

Despite his intimidating presence, he had a very excited look on his face.

"Ehh, boss. Here liao arh?" His voice was raspy and youthful, like a schoolboy who's wrestling with puberty.

The pinkette solemnly nodded with a terse smile, "Mmmm. I brought a colleague. Fletcher, Marvin. Marvin, Fletcher."

"What orh? Muffin okay already!" Someone in the shop sniggered, much to the tanned guy's embarrassment.