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“We have to delete it,” Leifang said firmly. “Before the phantom copies learn how to give better gifts than us.”

But something else was wrong. Misaki had noticed it first—a strange ripple in the hotel’s digital terminal. The island’s game-within-a-game system, usually a seamless loop of volleyball, pool hopping, and gift-giving, had glitched. Instead of the usual “Owner Mode” menu, a cryptic file name appeared:

Zack, watching from his office, just poured himself a pineapple juice. “Best. Bug. Ever.” dead or alive xtreme 3 scarlet nsp

“It’s a digital tombstone,” Helena whispered, her elegant voice cutting through the humidity. She’d been Zack’s reluctant system admin ever since he’d bet the island on a blackjack hand. “Someone dumped the island’s soul. Copied it. There’s a phantom version of us floating out there in the wild—playable, repeatable, no sunscreen required.”

The girls exchanged uneasy glances.

Marie Rose smirked. “No. We upload a patch. One that makes the phantom copies only able to play butt battles . Forever.”

“So… someone else can make us play volleyball forever?” Ayane scoffed. “Please. I’d like to see them try my new feint serve.” “We have to delete it,” Leifang said firmly

But the glitch grew. Shadows of themselves began appearing on the beach—pixel-perfect echoes doing the exact same poolside idle animations. Lifting the same pink drink. Tossing the same gravure magazine pose. A loop within a loop.