Luka_Seek

In a world where criminals are myths and ghosts are real, **Lisa Kays—aka "Little Ghost"—** is the ultimate thief: a woman who leaves no trace, no DNA, and no witnesses. But when the cops start finding **her signature 404 tag** at crimes she didn’t commit, Lisa discovers the horrifying truth—**she’s being cloned**. And not just once.  

Hundreds of **Lisa variants** are loose in the world, each one deadlier than the last. Teaming up with **Rabbit**, a feral teenage hacker who lives in a sewer, and **Lora**, a battle-scarred medic with a hidden past, Lisa hunts the shadowy **Project Phoenix**—only to learn she was **never the original**.  

Her memories? **Fake.**  
Her scars? **Programmed.**  
Her existence? **A time loop.**  

Now, trapped in a **72-hour recursion**, Lisa must:  

- **Outwit her own clones** (some allies, some enemies, some *something worse*)  
- **Uncover Rabbit’s ties to Project Phoenix** (why does his mother’s face appear in the lab files?)  
- **Decode Lora’s golden barcode** (is she a savior or a sleeper agent?)  
- **Confront Wraith**, the first "ghost" (who may not be human at all)  

But the deeper she digs, the clearer the horror becomes:  

**This isn’t a cloning project.**  
**It’s a time paradox.**  
**And Lisa isn’t the thief—she’s the *heist*.**  

With **6000 loops** to break the cycle, Lisa must decide:  404 PAGE NOT FOUND

NO Body, NO Crime

Rabbit's blood dripped onto the keyboard, each drop sizzling against overheating circuits. The photo of Subject Zero—of *his mother*—glowed on the cracked screen like a holy relic.

*"She's supposed to be *dead*,"* he whispered.

Lisa wiped his blood from the trackpad with her sleeve. *"Turns out we're all bad at staying dead."*

The clinic's back door exploded inward.

They moved through storm drains, Lora half-carrying Rabbit while Lisa covered their six. The clones moved like a hive mind—three always flanking left, two cutting off alleys, their movements synchronized to the millisecond.

*"They're herding us,"* Lora hissed as another group materialized ahead.

Lisa spotted the pattern—a perfect funnel driving them toward the river docks. Toward *containment*.

She grabbed Rabbit's face. *"Can you walk?"*

He bared bloodstained teeth. *"Can I *hack*."*

Lisa smashed a fire hydrant with her elbow.

As water geysered into the night, she typed coordinates into Rabbit's wrist display:

**PHOENIX PRIMARY LAB - 2.7 MILES EAST**

The lab was a glass sarcophagus buried under a parking garage, its sterile whiteness humming with servers and surgical bays.

Dr. Eleanor Voss—*Subject Zero*—stood at the center, her blue eyes magnified by thick glasses as she monitored forty screens of biometric data.

Rabbit's knees buckled. *"You *built* this?"*

*"I *perfected* it."* She tapped a screen—Lisa's entire genetic map spun in holographic blue. *"You were always meant to be the first of many. My *magnum opus*."*

Lisa's knife was at the woman's throat before the clones could react. *"You turned me into a *weapon*."*

*"No."* Eleanor smiled. *"I turned you into *art*."*

Agony lit up every nerve. Lisa collapsed as nanites in her bloodstream activated, seizing her muscles.

Eleanor knelt beside her. *"The 400 series were always *modular*. Upgradable."* She stroked Lisa's hair as the clones stood watch. *"But you? My first little ghost? You're *special*."*

Rabbit screamed as two clones pinned him. *"Stop it! You're *killing* her!"*

*"Oh no."* Eleanor injected something into Lisa's neck. *"I'm making her *better*."*

—and she remembered *everything*.

- Lisa strapped to a chair, begging Eleanor not to wipe her again.

- Rabbit—just a kid—hacking the system from a terminal in the corner.

- Lora smuggling Lisa out in a body bag, whispering: *"Run and never look back."*

- The *real* reason Eleanor let her escape:

**"A prototype must *fail* in the wild... so the production models can succeed."**

Lisa came back to herself screaming.

The lab was in chaos—Lora fighting clones, Rabbit smashing servers, alarms blaring.

Eleanor watched calmly. *"You see now, don't you? You were *never* supposed to win."*

Lisa spat blood onto the pristine floor.

*"Funny."* She flexed her hands—new code singing in her veins. *"I just hacked your upgrades."*

She snapped Eleanor's wrist with a sound like breaking code.

Motherload