I opened a memory pawn shop to collect all the regrets in the world and exchange for a future, wealth, and everything I want. I was cold, heartless, like a heartless machine, until that day - someone used all the memories of my grandmother to forcibly take away my pawn shop.
Overnight, I was completely wiped out of the world. Homeless, no one knows me, even the word "grandma" is blank.
She told me: You are not a pawnshop owner, you are a created memory container. Grandma used her whole life's memory to seal my past and locked me up with her soul, just to protect me from growing up safely.
And I completely forgot about the person who loved me the most.
In order to retrieve my grandma, I broke into the memory corridor, broke the light-tracing conspiracy, and fought against the mastermind who devoured the entire city. Those memories that I had pawned have become my sharpest weapons; those forgotten warmth have become my hardest armor.
Once upon a time, I pawned my memory for profit. Now, I use my life as a bargaining chip and my blood as an oath. I want to remember her, protect her, and take back everything that belongs to us! This time, I will never forget it!
