Threadbare [H. S.]

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗳.
Before you dive in, I must warn: The fic is a claustrophobic descent into fractured memory and quiet surveillance.
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲 is not written to be likeable (and very honestly she might irk you from time to time). She experiences reality incorrectly. The way she perceives the world does not align with the truth. Her thoughts are disordered, her perception unreliable.

She knows this and continues anyways.

But, there's a way deeper meaning behind her instability, which you, dear reader, will soon find out.

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 is composed where others fracture. He is intelligent, controlled, and morally untroubled by manipulation. He studies people the way others study risk, believing instability is not a flaw but an entry point. Where Marlowe loses control of her reality, Harry specializes in controlling it.

On paper Marlowe and Harry seem different, but as you dive in you'll realise that maybe they're not.

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In Neo-Tokyo nothing glitches - only people do.

Marlowe Kit lives on the edge awareness and madness, seeing things no one else sees, questioning doors that won't open, messages that vanish, strangers who seem to know her better than she does herself. But this isn't a breakdown. It's awakening.

Her world unravels quietly - a note in someone else's writing, a girl in a fox mask, a crack in the ceiling that grows when no one's looking.

Him.
A track she didn't play.
A memory she doesn't recall.
A presence she can't explain.

Something is watching.
Something knows her.
And something is waiting for her to remember.

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