In the winter of 1937, Nanjing fell.
I woke up from the blood of hell with a pawned camera hanging around my neck.
If you pawn in despair, you can exchange it for three days of rations;
Pawn anger can steal the enemy's defenses;
Pawn memories can reveal secrets...
They said that I was the "key" and a sacrifice to the destiny of the country.
I smiled and pointed the camera at the broken mountains and rivers, and at my remaining soul.
"System, I want to pawn——"
"Pawn my last attachment and grief for this land."
"On credit for a sunny day."
"Look at this world, is it worth it?"
