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 storm swallowed the sky, its static maw devouring the lavender field in a cascade of glitching pixels and teeth. Lisa dragged the child into the cabin, slamming the door as the first wave of debris—a twisted amalgam of server parts and thorns—slammed into the walls. The hybrid's roar shook the foundations, its voice a chorus of corrupted code and Lora's distorted screams.

The child clutched her arm, veins pulsing lavender. "*It's getting louder… the Garden's *singing* to me.*"

The creature's form solidified—a grotesque monument of Lora's DNA and Audience code. Its torso bristled with server blades, its limbs grafted with Garden roots that dripped black serum. Where its head should have been, a hollow socket played Lora's final moments on loop: *"Burn it all. *Including me*."*

Lisa's tattoo burned. Rabbit's last virus, hidden in her ink, whispered: *"Aim for the core. It's *hers*."*

The child's breath hitched. "*That's… that's **Mom**.*"

In the cellar lab, the child's blood bloomed in a petri dish, crystallizing into a lavender shard. Lisa recognized the pattern—**Lora's prototype serum**.

*"She made me from *you*,"* the child whispered, tears glowing as they fell. *"A backup. In case the Garden failed."*

Outside, the hybrid slammed a root-fused fist through the roof. The cabin groaned.

Lisa's tattoo flared. Rabbit's virus erupted in a holographic sneer: *"Miss me? Open the door. I left a *present*."*

The crayon door's symbols shifted:

- **💀** dissolved into **💾**

Behind it, a terminal flickered—a backdoor into the storm's core.

1. **Fight the Hybrid**: Use the child's blood-serum as a weapon (risk losing her).

2. **Open the Door**: Upload Rabbit's virus into the storm (unknown consequences).

3. **Merge with the Garden**: Let the child's power consume them both.

The child pressed her palm to the door. It glowed, revealing the storm's heart—a pulsing orb of Lora's memories and Audience code.

*"They want a *story*,"* the child said. *"So give them a *bad ending*."*

Lisa injected the child's crystallized blood into her tattoo. The virus activated, her body becoming a conduit. She grabbed the hybrid's core—Lora's face frozen in a scream—and *ripped*.

The storm convulsed. The cabin disintegrated.

Lisa woke in a white room, walls lined with dead screens. The child slept beside her, her veins now calm.

**"WELCOME TO THE EDITING SUITE."**

Behind them, the door stood open—a lavender field stretching beyond it, pristine and glitch-free.

The Eye of the Storm