Lin Ye, 24, delivery rider.
He moonlights recovering something no one else can see: emotional remains.
The black fog clings to people. It can speak and howl, and one night it may drive its Host to the rooftop’s edge.
Every fragment he recovers buys him a few more days of life.
Fail to recover one, and it strikes back on the spot.
He’s made deliveries and recovered remains for three years, all for one mission reward
a complete recording of his younger sister’s last words before she died.
When the encrypted message, locked away for three years, finally unlocks, a single line appears on the screen:
“Big brother, the person who killed me has been watching you recover them all along.”
