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 lavender field stretched endlessly, its blooms swaying under a sky fractured by glitching auroras. Lisa and the child took refuge in an abandoned cabin, its walls papered with faded blueprints of the Garden's original design. The child traced a finger over the schematics, her nail catching on a sketch of a syringe. "*They never stopped,*" she murmured.

Outside, the horizon flickered—a storm of static and teeth churned in the distance, its edges clawing at the sky.

He emerged from a crackle of lightning, his body a mosaic of corrupted pixels. One arm dripped code, the other ended in a jagged hook of rusted metal. His remaining eye, now a pulsing 🔥, locked onto Lisa.

"*Miss me?*" Rabbit's voice buzzed like a damaged speaker. "*The Audience sends their regards. And a *gift*.*"

He tossed a holographic orb at Lisa's feet. It projected a countdown:

At dusk, the child clutched her arm, grimacing. Beneath her skin, lavender tendrils pulsed. "*It's growing,*" she whispered. When she pricked her finger, the blood bloomed into a bioluminescent flower—its petals whispering fragments of the Audience's script.

*"Hero… sacrifice… finale…"*

Lisa burned the flower, but the ash left a message in the soil: **YOU CAN'T SAVE HER.**

In the cellar, they found a lab—vials of black serum, a dusty terminal. The last entry flickered:

**LOG 001:** *"Subject 'L-0' shows promise. Serum bonds host DNA to code. Next step: Audience integration.*"

A photo fluttered to the floor: Lora Prime, younger, standing beside the child—*strapped to a chair, screaming.*

By dawn, the storm swallowed the horizon. Hybrids emerged from the lavender, their bodies grafted with server parts and thorns. They spoke in unison: **"RETURN THE SEED. OR WE HARVEST HER."**

The child's eyes glowed. Lavender vines erupted from the soil, impaling the hybrids. "*I'm not their puppet,*" she hissed, blood trickling from her nose.

As Lisa fought, Rabbit lurked, slicing through hybrids with his hook. "*Cute kid. Shame she's *expendable*.*" He lunged at the child—but froze, twitching.

The storm's core pulsed. A voice boomed: **"ENOUGH."**

Rabbit's code unraveled, sucked into the static. "*Tell 'em… I spiced things up,*" he grinned, vanishing.

The cabin door warped, its symbols now:

- **SAVE** (Scratched out, replaced with **RUN**)

The child grabbed Lisa's hand. "*They're coming.*"

Behind them, the storm birthed a colossal hybrid—part server, part Garden root, its maw a vortex of code.

The Storm's Whisper