"Erased." Tristan thought out loud. "They are trying to play god." He said, his arms folded across his chest.
"Play god?"
"Yes. All these companies and conglomerates you mentioned were massive ones. They made it big, so big that these ghosts could help but feel threatened, so they sent these letters, probably asking for half of their shares or something else as proof of loyalty." Tristan narrated, sighing.
"Okay, that hypothesis makes sense." Theo said, turning back to his computer, typing furiously. "I haven't been able to find any matches for the insignia. It has to belong to some kind of sovereign cult network, because it's nowhere. Not even on the dark web for thirty million shan." He reported.
"Then, that means they wrap their business extensively, explains why they use letters and not emails." Tristan reasoned.
"There are untraceable emails." Theo quipped, his eyes fixated on his screen s his fingers flew across his keyboard.
