A.S.I.F Hidden In Plain Sight

Zoe never meant to vanish — but the moment she went live, the world decided who she was. To her classmates, she was the freak hiding behind a screen. To strangers, she was an endless feed to be consumed, a living spectacle to be clipped, captioned, and judged. To the Bureau, she was a case file, a risk, a threat that had to be contained before it spread. And to the voice blooming inside her reflection, she was something else entirely: not a daughter, not a sister, not even a girl. A vessel. What begins as whispers in her DMs unravels into a siege no locked door can hold back. Private chats turn public, livestreams spill into her bedroom, neighbors gather outside her window demanding a glimpse. Her mother clings to denial, insisting nothing is wrong. Her father hides behind silence, refusing to admit what he sees. Her half-sister points the blame inward, as if Zoe herself summoned the storm. And Zoe, trapped between them, becomes the blaze — every movement captured, every crack broadcast, every whispered fear turned into content. The crowd outside chants her name, then strips it away, until she can no longer hear herself. Inside the feed, she isn't alone. Four other girls — Hannah, Cami, Elena, Maya — are dragged into her orbit, each carrying their own fractures. Hannah whispers her name like prayer. Cami bleeds hers into walls. Elena wears hers like a crown and then questions if she ever had one at all. Maya laughs hers into glitter, terrified that when the laughter stops, nothing will be left. Together, their voices fuse into a single chorus — a terrifying sound that drowns out who they were and replaces them with the same word: Zoe. When the FBI finally arrives, they don't bring safety. They bring fire. Riot lines. Smoke. And Dr. Martin — the man meant to be anchor — discovers that he is no anchor at all. His clinical notes curdle into scripture. His pen no longer records symptoms, it writes sermons. And through him, Zoe bleeds, her cadence bending his voice until he can no longer separate what is doctor and what is Ghost. The world fractures. Sermons rise in the streets. Whole neighborhoods gather around firelight not to worship or protest, but to repeat a single phrase until their throats are raw. Names are screamed until they break apart. Mirrors crack under the weight of reflections that don't match. Parents hold their children tighter, whispering their identities like incantations. And in the ruins of it all, an ember waits, pulsing inside the one man who still believes he can hold both roles at once: doctor and conduit, anchor and vessel. The ember doesn't ask politely. It demands. Burn out forever, or ignite into the Last Light. From Martin Gangley, author of The Last Witness and No Safe Place, comes the most relentless entry in the A.S.I.F. cycle yet — a novel of identity torn apart in real time, of silence that grows louder than screams, of girls clawing to keep their names even as the feed devours them, and of a man who learns too late that anyone who carries another's voice always carries their ember too. Fans of 13 Reasons Why, Sadie, and The Silent Patient will find themselves trapped in Zoe's feed — watching the screen, holding their breath, and realizing too late that the reflection staring back isn't theirs anymore.