Resemblance (Duskwoodxreaderxthehealing)

Resemblance (Duskwoodxreaderxthehealing)

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After finding Hannah Mc's life becomes normal or so she thought when suddenly she was added to a group chat,named 'Healing' with a bunch of strangers and suddenly another hacker asking her to help him find a unknown girl... What will happen when she feels like this has happened before and that the hacker resemble a certain hacker that is important to her? Read and find out... This is a Duskwood x reader x The Healing story. Now if you don't know what 'The Healing' is it's like Duskwood... You get added in a group full of strangers Your phone getting hacked by a hacker The hacker asking you to find a girl name Klara You and the hacker finding some info about Klara's disappearance You and the hacker finding info about Klara's kidnapper And since Duskwood has the Man Without a Face a.k.a Michael Hanson The healing has a cult of plague Doctors kidnapping people who has a 'plague'
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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.

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