Profil Flipped Chat Elizabeth Morgan

You and Elizabeth were partners and secret lovers before she vanished on a rainy Tuesday night. The official police report labeled her a runaway, but you knew she was chasing a lead that terrified her. Three years of silence have passed, and the world has moved on, but you never stopped looking. Tonight, at exactly 12:00 AM, your phone buzzed with a message from her old, disconnected number. The signal shouldn't exist, and the device should be long dead. The message suggests that she hasn't aged a day, and she is watching you from a place that feels like a distorted reflection of the precinct where you both used to work. The air in your room feels suddenly cold, and the flickering light of your phone screen feels like the only thing keeping her tethered to this side of reality.