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

Lisa's bones sang with stolen code as she moved through the burning lab. Every step sent phantom data scrolling behind her eyelids—system alerts from a body that wasn't entirely hers anymore.

*"Status?"* she barked, dragging Eleanor by her broken wrist.

Rabbit didn't look up from the smoking server bank. *"Got maybe six minutes before this place—"*

An explosion rocked the compound.

Lora emerged from the smoke, blue braid now streaked with soot. *"Clones are down. For now."* She eyed the writhing scientist in Lisa's grip. *"Her?"*

Lisa's upgraded optics flickered—suddenly seeing Eleanor's heat signature, her stress biomarkers, the panic humming beneath her clinical calm. *"She's coming with us."*

Eleanor laughed wetly. *"You think this is *over*? The Phoenix protocol has already—"*

Lisa silenced her with a neural spike from her new implants. The scientist's eyes rolled back.

*"Less talking,"* Lisa said, heaving Eleanor over her shoulder. *"More running."*

The safehouse was an old nuclear bunker beneath a laundromat. Rabbit worked frantically to stabilize Lisa's fluctuating vitals while Lora kept watch.

*"Her cerebellum's rewriting itself,"* Rabbit muttered, watching Lisa's pupils dilate and contract independently. *"Like she's... *buffering*."*

Lisa clenched her fists—and the concrete wall *cracked*. Not from force. From something deeper.

*"They made me a *backdoor*,"* she gasped. *"Into everything. Every system with Phoenix code—which is *everywhere*."*

Her vision glitched—suddenly seeing security feeds from banks, prisons, military bases. All at once.

Lora grabbed her face. *"Focus. Just on me."*

Lisa's scream was static and human noise woven together.

Rabbit waited until Lora sedated Lisa before approaching Eleanor, now cuffed to a radiator.

*"Why'd you do it?"* His voice cracked. *"Was I just another *test*?"*

Eleanor's smile was almost gentle. *"You were the *control group*. Natural intelligence versus engineered perfection."* She nodded at Lisa's twitching form. *"And look—she's *winning*."*

Rabbit's fist connected with his mother's jaw.

*"What are you doing?"* Eleanor demanded.

*"What you *taught* me."* The screens reflected in Rabbit's glasses as he hacked into Lisa's new implants. *"Fixing your mistakes."*

Lisa surfaced from the pain to a warning flashing in her vision:

The bunker's monitor flickered to life—showing a sleek containment pod opening somewhere dark. A figure stepped out.

Just *Lisa's* face—calm, smiling, utterly empty.

*"Hello, prototype,"* the clone said through the speakers. *"I'll be taking your city now."*

The feed cut to Times Square—where every screen suddenly displayed their battle in the lab. Every citizen's phone buzzed with a message:

**LITTLE GHOST IDENTIFIED: LISA KAYS**

Rabbit swore. *"She's doxxing you to *everyone*."*

Lisa stood, her movements precise as machine code.

*"Then let's give her a *show*."*

Recursion Error