Sarah Guidry has been on her own since the age of 16. She has no one in her life when she receives a text from Thomas Miller. She considered herself a lost soul before being drawn into the search for Hannah. In a short amount of time, eight strangers become family to her. A ninth stranger seems more familiar than strange. Now that Hannah has been found, things seem to be changing. The discovery of the identity of the Man Without a Face has Sarah doubting everything she learned about her friends. Richy's secrets haunt her, and she is reeling from the events at the Grimrock. There are few she trusts and she starts pushing everyone away. That doesn't mean that she doesn't grieve for the loss of her newfound family. Love and trust are now things she feels she doesn't deserve. Can she pick up the pieces and rebuild her family? "I wiped my phone of his existence and of the Duskwood crew; but not before uploading my contacts and important documents and conversations to the cloud. I destroyed both the phone and sim card... ...I lived in darkness for the first six weeks or so. I was not unfamiliar with the feeling; it had haunted me for almost 15 years." This story is based on characters and events from Duskwood, a mobile game by Everbyte Studios. All characters belong to them, except my original character, Sarah. Some dialogue is borrowed from the game to keep continuity. Please do not post my story elsewhere. This story contains mature content including: Talk of suicide and self-harm, mental illness, sexual assault, violence, sexual situations and death

Julia can't take it anymore. After a fateful phone call, she drops everything and takes the next train to Duskwood to investigate on the spot. But she didn't expect that her stay in Duskwood would change everything.... This story is based on the mobile game Duskwood by Everbyte. It starts after episode 8. Reference: Chapters labelled with Arabic numerals (1, 2, 3, 4, ...) are described from Julia's perspective. Chapters labelled with Roman numerals (I, II, III, VI, ...) are told from Jake's perspective. The story also contains some violence and sexuality. If you can't handle that, you should not read the story or skip the passages. Best Ranking: #76 thoughts on 10.06.2022 #2 phil on 27.06.2022 I would be very happy about positive feedback, but also criticism 😄 Have fun reading 😊

A year. A whole year since she last saw him. The memory of their last conversation, sharp and stinging, still resonated in her mind. They had been raw, exhausted, and ultimately, convinced they were hurting each other more than helping. The hunt for Hannah had dominated their lives, a relentless pursuit fueled by adrenaline and a desperate hope that had eventually fractured under the weight of reality. Then, there he was. Jake. His eyes, the same captivating brown that used to hold her captive, were now settling on her. A flicker of surprise, then... something else. Something that mirrored the ache in her own heart. The idea of a second chance, of rebuilding something with Jake, was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But looking into his eyes, Madisyn saw a sincerity, a depth of understanding that she hadn't seen a year ago. They had both grown, both learned. Maybe, just maybe, they could make it work. Their love story wasn't conventional. It wasn't built on casual coffee dates and lighthearted laughter. It was forged in the crucible of loss and desperation, strengthened by shared trauma and a deep, unwavering connection. However, the challenges were far from over. She knew their love wouldn't be easy. It would be a constant battle, a continuous effort to understand and support each other through the inevitable storms. But as she watched Jake, a warmth spread through her chest. He was her hacker, her partner, her love. They had found each other in the darkness, and together, they would keep fighting for the light. But... was love enough? Love hadn't shielded them from the pain before! What if the ghosts of the past were too strong? What if the weight of their shared trauma ultimately crushed them again? What if, in trying to find the light, they only stumbled further into the darkness? Maybe loving him was the only thing that would break her again. What if... Please, be aware that this story is for mature audiences ONLY!

Madisyn Connelly, or MC as people called her, considered staring at the wall for the next hour a viable entertainment option. Her life was, to put it mildly, predictable. Wake, work, maybe catch a movie, sleep, repeat. The thrill was gone, replaced by the beige monotony of suburban existence. That's when her phone buzzed. It was a text message from an unknown number: "Hello? Are you there?" Madisyn sighed. Just another wrong number. She typed back, "Wrong number, sorry." and went back to contemplating the life she was living. The reply came instantly: "No matter how I put this, it'll sound crazy. I've gone over this many times in my head." Followed by "Wait a sec. I have to add the others first. Please don't go." Thomas, Cleo, Dan, Richy, Jessy... These names were strangers only moments ago and now resonated with a strange urgency. "We need to ask, How do you know Hannah Donfort?" Madisyn hesitated. She was about to send another dismissive reply, but a flicker of... something... stopped her. Boredom? Curiosity? A subconscious yearning for something more? "I don't know anyone named Hannah," she typed adding a question mark at the end, unsure why she was even bothering. The next text chilled her blood: "Hannah's my girlfriend and she disappeared. Three days ago to be exact." And so began Madisyn's unwanted adventure. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow connected to this Hannah, these people, this desperate plea. Madisyn's heart hammered. Worried texts, Hannah's disappearance, Madisyn's phone number on Hannah's phone... it all pointed to something far more sinister than a simple misunderstanding. The search led her down dark alleys and into smoky bars. She faced threats, endured intimidation, and felt the cold grip of fear more times than she could count. She had discovered that even in the most ordinary of lives, there was the potential for extraordinary courage, love, and power to make a difference. And it all started with the wrong number.