My name is Lin Mo, and I am trapped in a department store that never closes.
The rules here are all lies.
My golden finger is the countdown to the decay of the rules.
But the price is my memory.
I forgot my mother's voice, I forgot the look of my first love, and I almost forgot why I wanted to get out alive.
Until I was on the top floor and saw a diary belonging to "Night Watchman Lin Mo".
The first line above is:
"Experiment Diary Day 1: Implant 'my' memory fragments to build the Eighth Department Store Prison, with the goal of imprisoning 'us'."
Now, the beep of the countdown to zero is ringing in my head
