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

The cosmic theater stretched endlessly, its seats filled with faceless giants whose laughter vibrated through Lisa's bones. Their emoji eyes glowed—🍿🎭💀—as they leaned forward, eager for the climax. The void beneath Lisa's feet rippled like a screen, reflecting every death, every loop, every betrayal.

**"YOU THINK YOU CAN CHANGE THE STORY?"** the Audience boomed, their voices a tidal wave of static. **"YOU ARE A CHARACTER. WE ARE THE AUTHORS."**

Lisa's tattoo burned, the Garden's roots writhing beneath her skin. "Then I'll rewrite the *ending*."

Lora erupted from the ground, her mutated form—a tangle of lavender thorns and human sinew—spearing through the void. "*You* made us monsters," she snarled, her voice distorted by the serum. "Now *behold* your creation."

She tore a root from her chest and plunged it into the cosmic screen. The Garden's corruption spread like ink, fracturing the Audience's realm. Giants flickered, their forms glitching as Lora's thorns siphoned their control.

**"YOU CANNOT DEFY US,"** they roared, but the static faltered.

The child materialized, her petal-covered eyes meeting Lisa's. "Take it," she whispered, pressing a shard of the broken mirror into Lisa's hand. Inside, a thousand Lisas screamed—*reflections of every sacrifice, every failure*.

**"BREAK THE LOOP,"** the child pleaded. **"EVEN IF IT BREAKS *ME*."**

Her body disintegrated, petals scattering into the void. The shard blazed, its light severing the Audience's tether to the Garden.

Rabbit's ghost flickered into view, his form pixelated but grinning. "Cue the *heroic sacrifice*," he said, tossing Lisa a holographic grenade—a compilation of every loop's data. "For the record? This plot twist *sucks*."

He saluted as the grenade activated, his code unraveling into the void. "Tell 'em Rabbit… *spiced things up*."

Lisa hurled the grenade into the Audience's core. The cosmic screen shattered, reality folding inward.

1. **Reset the Loop**: Erase the Garden, the Audience, herself.

2. **Rewrite the Code**: Become the new Author, control the narrative.

3. **Destroy the Script**: Let chaos reign, free all trapped souls.

The child's voice echoed: *"Choose* **your** *story."*

Lisa woke on a park bench, the sky a normal, untainted blue. No vines. No hybrids. No static.

In her hand: a crayon drawing of a door, its edges smudged.

Across the street, a child skipped rope, humming a familiar tune. She waved—*no petals, no thorns*.

Rabbit's laugh echoed from a passing car radio. **"Till next time, Ghost."**

The Final Cut