Phantom Infinite Novels & Stories

Ahead Marcus said something that made Camille laugh out loud, genuinely, surprised, the kind of laugh you couldn’t manufacture. Zara looked up. Damon looked at her looking. The Thames beside them. London around them. The grey sky doing what grey skies did. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He stopped walking. Zara felt it and stopped too. He looked at the message. One line. “I got your message. Thank you for reading it. Goodbye Damon.” He stared at the screen. Then he put his phone in his pocket. Kept walking. Didn’t look back.

He was exhausted by the constant barrage, each new alert a potential landmine. Wordlessly, Julian handed him the phone. It was a direct message on a platform Adrian didn’t recognize. The username was a jumble of numbers and letters—xX_Phantom_Xx. xX_Phantom_Xx: That took guts. Walking into the lion’s den. xX_Phantom_Xx: He’s watching you closer than you think. The locker room isn’t clean. Adrian’s blood went cold. The message was too specific, too timely. “Who is this?”