[158 Days Left to Live]
The sun was barely peeking through the gray curtains when Zephany's phone buzzed violently against the nightstand. She groaned into her pillow, her arm flailing out to grab it without even opening her eyes.
Across the next room, divided only by a thick wall, Kendrick's phone vibrated just as aggressively. He was already halfway up from the couch where he had fallen asleep the night before, with files and notes from his cover job scattered around him.
Both of them, without knowing it, opened the same app: The Archive, a hidden world tucked behind a boring-looking application.
Zephany blinked at the screen blearily. Then sat up straight, her messy hair falling in front of her face.
"Oh my gosh..." she whispered in a breathy voice, rubbing her eyes. "No way."
Kendrick stared silently at his own screen, his usual calm face flickering with a brief glint of surprise.
Level 4.
He leaned back against the couch, letting the news sink in.
Level 4.
