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 white room hummed with sterile malice, its walls lined with screens flickering through every story the Audience had ever consumed. Lisa stood before the terminal, its cursor blinking mockingly. The child slept fitfully nearby, her veins still faintly glowing—a living relic of Lora's experiments.

The words pulsed, but Lisa's fingers hovered over a fourth option, hidden in the static:

### **Lora's Ghost in the Machine**

A screen flickered to life. Lora's face materialized, younger but weary, her eyes flickering with residual code. "You're in the belly of the beast, Ghost. This isn't an ending—it's a *test*."

She leaned closer, her image distorting. "They want to see if you'll play by the rules. *Don't.*"

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The girl stirred, her blood crystallizing into a jagged shard. "*Use me,*" she whispered, pressing it into Lisa's palm. "*Like she did.*"

Memories flooded Lisa—**Lora's final act**, injecting herself with the child's DNA to sabotage the Garden. **Rabbit's virus**, woven into the roots. **The truth**: The Audience wasn't just watching—they were *addicted*.

Lisa slammed the shard into the terminal. The screens shattered, glass raining down as the room convulsed. The child's blood seeped into the system, corrupting the Audience's archives.

The walls peeled back, revealing the Audience's true form—a hive of faceless entities fused to a pulsating core, their emoji eyes wide with hunger.

**"YOU CANNOT ERASE US,"** they boomed. **"WE ARE *STORY*."**

Lisa grabbed the child's hand. "*Trust me.*"

She plunged the shard into her own chest, merging with the Garden's code, the child's DNA, and Rabbit's virus. The hybrid storm roared to life inside her—a weapon of memory and static.

The Audience recoiled. **"THIS IS NOT A VALID NARRATIVE."**

"*No,*" Lisa hissed, her voice fractalizing. "*It's a *glitch*.*"

Lisa woke in the lavender field, the sky whole but for a single crack—a door-shaped scar. The child slept beside her, her blood clear, her breath steady.

In the distance, the cabin stood rebuilt, its door marked with fresh crayon:

A terminal hummed inside, its screen blank but for three words:

- **The Sprout's Whisper**: A new Garden grows from the child's tears.

- **Lora's Legacy**: Her journal surfaces, detailing *Batch 000's* true purpose.

- **The Door's Invitation**: "Enter and *rewrite*."

**Tone**: *Annihilation* meets *Black Mirror*—quiet rebirth meets lurking horror.

- Audience presence: **Purged (for now)**

- Garden saturation: **1% (dormant)**

- Lisas remaining: **1 (with a shard in her chest)**

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