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"Founder was established ten years ago by a group of doctors devoted to the cause," said Doctor Ray, leading us past the row of cots and the sleeping scientists. "What exactly is this cause?" I asked. "To protect the past in order to preserve the future." A popstar has been murdered, and a mysterious group called Founder wants Mina Samson to fix it. How curious. Adeline and Mina were the best of friends until Adeline ran off to L.A to be a singer, leaving Mina and the rest of her friends behind. Now, Adeline is dead--murdered--and Mina has been recruited by the mysterious Founder to bring her back to life. Founder's plan: go back in time and stop the murder from ever taking place. Armed with three colorful cubes of sugar and a colorful personality to match, Mina Samson must go back to the night of her ex-best friend's opening world tour concert and fix the past in order to save the future.
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