The Witness at the Seventh Second

In 2242, where neon and acid rain soak the world, memories are commodities to be traded, and the truth is the most expensive luxury of all.

Ling Yan is a master “memory weaver” living in seclusion in the Lower City. He can slip into the deepest memories of others, prune away their pain, and weave them into beautiful dreams, earning brief moments of peace to shield himself from his own indelible, agonizing past. He sees memories as scripts riddled with lies, and himself as the finest script doctor there is.

A mysterious commission shatters the stagnant calm of his life. The client wants him to extract the memories of a recently deceased tycoon. But the instant Ling Yan accesses them, he is struck as if by lightning: what he sees is the entire murder, experienced by the dead man from the killer’s point of view.

A logical paradox. An impossible “subjective memory of death.”

This tiny memory crystal is like a drop of blood falling into an abyss, stirring the hidden currents of the entire city of New Arc Light. The megacorporations of the Upper City, the Order Bureau’s cold-blooded agents, the desperate outlaws of the Lower City... countless eyes open in the shadows. To uncover the truth, Ling Yan is forced out of his safe haven and into a deadly labyrinth built from fragments of memory.

With every step closer to the truth, the nightmares in the abyss of his own memories grow clearer. When the final answer converges with his personal tragedy, what will he choose? Will he accept a happiness woven for him, or embrace the cruel truth?