A novel about the fear of being seen and the dignity of being forgotten.
On the seventh day after 28-year-old illustrator Su Ting moved into her new apartment, she received brownies handmade by her new neighbor.
Hidden at the bottom of the box is a line of small silver letters: Hello from T. J. C.
From that moment on, her life began to bleed.
The kettle will beep by itself late at night. In the gap of the ceiling access opening, there is a red eye that will never go out. The food blogger neighbor with the sweet smile submits three reports a week about her behavior to some invisible "platform." Every frame of her buying food in the supermarket, dazing in a cafe, or having insomnia in her bedroom has been numbered, tagged, and uploaded to a private server called "Between Deep Blue."
Her number is: ST-028.
Specimen No. 028.
