Cen Su
2046. Abyss. The human figure at the end of the subway said: You have forgotten me.
The numbers on your wrist count down.
Every time you save someone, you lose a piece of yourself.
What was thrown away grew on it. It learned to laugh. It gives itself a name.
Last day. He looked at him like a stranger.
It contained his entire past.
Eat him, or starve yourself to death.
