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It was a text alert that was sent to every phone in the city at the same time. Elara was able to get her phone out of her pocket as she was falling. The screen of her phone turned on against the air that was rushing past her. The message on her phone was not code and it was not a warning from the people in charge. It was a message that the city's main computer was sending out. The words of the message were appearing on her phone screen then and there: ALERT: ALL LOOPS BROKEN. A USER HAS ENTERED THE EDITOR'S DECK. PREPARE FOR FRONT PAGE REVISION.

I can't stop them. Vane and Ronan order food. Plates of greasy eggs and hash browns. They eat like they haven't seen food in days. I guess they haven't. We've been running for hours. I should be hungry, but my stomach is too knotted up to even think about eating. Malakai's phone buzzes on the table. We all look at it. It's not an encrypted alert. It's a public news notification. The screen lights up with a headline that makes my blood run cold.

I smoothly slip my phone out under the desk, keeping my gaze casually locked on Hilbert's perfect, smiling face so he doesn't catch me texting. It's a new message. [Venus - Chloe]: Rea...can you come at noon? My Awakening Purity...something is happening to it. It's mutating.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Every few minutes, my phone buzzed with another notification, reminding me of the chaos spreading across the internet like wildfire. Joshua, one of my oldest friends, lounged across the sofa, phone in hand, grinning like an idiot. "Adrian, my friend," he said, practically bouncing on his feet. "You have to tell me the truth about this news. This is too good to be real." I looked up from my contract with a frown. "What news?" Joshua's grin got even wider as he held up his phone. "You mean you haven't seen it yet? Oh, this is perfect. The whole city is talking about—"

However, at that moment, I merely whistled into the phone. It was a special frequency, mimicking the Predator's Song, but more inconspicuous and deathly. He was suddenly silent. Then, he screamed, "Water? Why is there water?! Help! My lungs!" He gurgled as he hung up. I placed my phone down and adjusted my blouse. Since I had taken over the Echoes from Below radio application, I was going to manage it properly. I had to change the first rule. [This station's signal may extend into reality. If you see a monster in real life, please firmly believe that it's your neighbor.]

And when he placed the phone on the table again, he cursed in a low tone. Although I didn't want to, I found myself asking, “What's wrong?” Half expecting him to brush my words off with his usual amused tone, I was surprised when he heaved a sigh and offered me his phone. I didn't see what he wanted to show me at first, but when I finally did, my eyes widened. “Fuck.” I swallowed. It was a news article about Zayn and…me. But it should have been expected, of course. He was well known, and a billionaire.

A new notification pops up. I glance at my phone… and freeze. Breaking News: STEVE CARTER REPORTED MISSING

*James Pov* I groaned hearing my phone ringing and opened my eyes to see the room is dark. Did I sleep for too long? I thought moving a little and sat up. Looking at the person sitting on the chair beside the chair made me fist my hand. I can’t believe I got fooled in this level. Actually, it was my mistake to change the plans. Now, there will be no changes at all. Within four months, it will be a goodbye. She slowly blinked her eyes when my phone started ringing again. I looked away, taking the mobile and lifted it with my good hand.

I deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "The club's only going to get busier, and so will you. I'll probably only see you again on the weekend, so I guess I just came around to say bye, until Saturday, hopefully," I wanted to ask him where he was going but I just nodded, "you can update me then about the club but if there's any emergencies, any emergencies at all," he paused as he reached into his jacket and then pulled out a sleek brand new iPhone before he held it out to me, "call me. My contact details are in there, and this will be your new phone. You'll change cell phones every week because there's always someone listening. Don't be careless with the phone, Bea