I can see the last minute of life before death. Not asking about the corpses, but drilling into their eyes, listening to the last sounds they heard, and feeling their last pain. They say this is the closest ability to the truth. The price is that every time I play it back, I forget something about myself. I forgot my mother's face, the name of my first love, and whether I was afraid of the dark. One day, I will forget everything and become an empty shell. But that day has not yet come. Until then, I can play it back a few more times.
