Melody Miles a year before "the incident" was a much more pleasant person to be around, to put it simply. That incident was the murder of her best friend. After her friend, named Fleur, mysteriously vanished from a party, Melody went looking for her. Once she located the dead body after a hunt across town, something strange was cut into Fleur's wrist. An infinity sign, with an extra circle, creating a triple loop. A year following the dramatic event, Melody still has no clue as to what the symbol meant. But she is determined to find out.
Much to her surprise, she will not be alone in this venture. She would prefer to be alone, actually. But when word gets around about a masked combatant erasing crime and saving lives in the city, this male hero does what heroes do best. Sticking their nose where it doesn't belong. But honestly, Melody, though she is tough as nails, needs all the help she can get. Whether it's wanted or not....
Even if her ally's identity is a well kept secret.
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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.