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For months, the Mikaelsons have been receiving voicemails from a woman they’ve never met. They don’t know her name. They don’t know where she lives. They don’t even know why her calls keep finding their home. They only know her voice. They’ve heard her laugh until she can barely speak, complain about terrible dates, recount elaborate schemes, gossip about people she’s never liked, and talk to her dead sister as though she might still be listening. Somewhere along the way, the chaotic woman on the other end of the phone has become strangely familiar. And they’ve grown attached to her. What they don’t know is just how much of a lunatic she actually is. Y/N has an obsession with gambling, dangerous games, impossible bets, and the kind of situations most sensible people would run from. She doesn’t chase danger because she wants to die. She chases it because she wants to live. After losing her little sister, Lily, Y/N decided she wasn’t going to waste the life her sister never got to have. So she throws herself into it completely—gambling, traveling, partying, flirting, taking risks, and collecting stories worth telling. And she tells Lily all about them. What Y/N doesn’t know is that Lily has been listening. From beyond the grave, her sister has rerouted Y/N’s old phone number straight to the Mikaelson mansion. And Lily has decided that if she can’t be there to watch her sister live her life, she’ll at least make damn sure Y/N doesn’t live it alone. Now the Mikaelsons are about to discover that the mysterious voice they’ve grown so fond of belongs to a dangerously clever, completely fearless human living right under their noses. All because a dead little sister decided to play matchmaker from the great beyond. And Y/N? She still thinks she’s leaving voicemails for Lily.