Kirby Cornell needs a break from everything:

– Her crumbling flat in the sleepy town of Crowhurst (famous for its award-winning sausage rolls and a second-rate serial killer from the 90s).
– Her dead-end job.
– Her sleazy landlord.
– Her slobbish housemates.
– And, most of all, the terrible thing they did.

Luckily, that hasn’t caught up with her just yet. Until a new message on their old group chat pops up:

Everyone in the group chat will die.

It’s the first text her ex-flatmate and social-media sleuth Esme has sent for ages, but that’s not the really weird thing.

The really weird thing is, Esme died twelve months ago

Let us look at digital notification burnout, group chat anxiety, and late-night smartphone scrolling with absolute candour. You promise yourself at the start of every evening that you will set your phone on silent, step away from endless messaging threads, and sink into a gripping, page