My name is Lin Shen, and my occupation is: sleep tester in a haunted house.
Rules are not meant to be followed, they are meant to be broken. There is a set of invisible rules hidden behind every haunted house - the liar's finger bones will grow backwards, the identity of the person looking in the mirror will be replaced, and you are not allowed to move when the sound of combing your hair is heard.
I can see through these rules, at the cost of forgetting a period of my life every time I see them.
There is a text message on the flip phone, and the sender is myself: "There are still 730 days. Don't forget the promise."
I don't remember what the agreement was, I just know it had to be done.
Move forward in oblivion, exchanging memories for truth—until there is nothing left in the end.
