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Continúa, Has publicado abr 27, 2023
Crow is an average 15 year old girl, with a not so average family or name. Living in 2034 is not as easy as it sounds, with all the technology it's actually harder... because of the V.R.S.S.P.: Virtual reality system safety patrol. They're not really meant for safety. They're actually meant to kidnap and control innocent humans to their bidding. And when Crow is captured she has to fight her way through using a glitch.


Caution: This story is in progress.

A ton of credit to my best friend Kale who came up with this story. Sadly she's not on Wattpad so.. She'll probably join at some point.

I will add a new chapter every time i get together with Kale (her nickname btw).
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