In this world, name is power.
A loud and unique real name can light a lamp or ignite a war. People exchange fragments of their names to show trust and use their real names to mark their identities, while those who have lost their names are reduced to silent ghosts.
Lin Moyan, a mute girl whose name was taken away, was left with only the cold code name - "No. 7". She wandered in the shadows of the city, covering her scars with silence, until she met Yao Qing in a pawn shop, a dangerous man who made a living by hunting his true name.
He offered her a fatal deal: "Steal something for me, maybe... I can help you get your name back."
That thing is the "empty box" hidden deep in the metal fortress - a strange existence as pale as a dead baby, its eyes of nothingness can swallow up the echoes of all names.
But the brass pocket watch in Lin Moyan's arms trembled crazily when he got close to it, as if it locked some deeper secret.
My mother's final warning echoed in my ears:
"Don't believe Yaqing."
But she had no choice.
