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 void shuddered as Lisa's fingers closed around the child's wrist. Petals fell from the girl's eyes like tears, her voice splintering into static and sorrow. "*You don't understand—they'll never let you win.*"

The Audience leaned in, emoji eyes blazing. **"CHOOSE. OR WE WILL."**

Lisa's tattoo seared, the Garden's roots thrashing beneath her skin. She chose.

The crayon drawing ignited in her pocket, flames licking up her arm. Lisa hurled it at the banquet table. The fire spread hungrily, devouring holographic Lisas, crystallized Rabbits, and the giants' feast of regrets.

**"NO!"** the Audience roared as their screens cracked, leaking memories into the void.

The child laughed—a sound like breaking glass—and pressed her palm to Lisa's chest. "*You'll need this.*"

A shard of the broken mirror slid into Lisa's heart, flooding her with:

- **The child's first loop**: Small and screaming as Lora injected her with serum.

- **The Audience's bargain**: *"Give us a hero, and we'll spare your world."*

- **The truth**: The child was never a clone. She was the *first* Lisa.

The flames spat him out—charred, glitching, half-code. His emoji eye pulsed 💥 as he staggered toward them. "*Told you I'd spice things up.*"

The child's body dissolved into petals. "*Finish it,*" she whispered. "*Before they rewrite us.*"

Rabbit's grin twisted. "*We're already rewritten.*"

He lunged, not at Lisa, but at the void itself—his code unraveling into a virus that devoured the screens.

In the spire's ruins, Lora led Batch 000's hybrids in a charge against the Garden's roots. Her thorn-scarred arm glowed as she tore into the core, screaming: "*You don't own us anymore!*"

The spire collapsed. The hybrids cheered.

Lisa fell through the void, the shard in her chest reflecting infinite endings:

- **Ending A**: The child alive, skipping rope in a lavender field.

- **Ending B**: Rabbit whole, hacking a world without loops.

- **Ending C**: Lora human, stitching wounds in a sunlit clinic.

Lisa woke on a park bench. No static. No vines. Just the hum of ordinary life.

In her pocket: a crayon drawing of a door.

Across the street, the child waved—*normal, alive, free*.

But the air tasted metallic. The shadows pooled too darkly.

And somewhere, a projector whirred to life.

Ashes of Arc