I was expelled from the psychology clinic for a ridiculous reason - "serious lack of empathy."
But that night, I heard someone crying in my head.
When I opened my eyes, I saw all the memories of a strange woman—her husband died for her in a car accident. Her grief pierced my consciousness like a knife.
I discovered that I could see other people's memories. Delete, modify, or even rewrite.
So I became an underground memory pruner. Rich people come to me to erase scandals, politicians come to me to tamper with the past, and ordinary people come to me to erase unforgettable pain.
Until I discovered that my own childhood memories had been tampered with. The person who did it was six-year-old me.
I deleted everything about my mother to protect her from being hunted. Now she is trapped in the mirror world, repeating the last 24 hours before her disappearance every day.
There is a mysterious organization called "The Narrative Committee" that controls the collective memory of all mankind. A "refresh" every fifty years allows the world to forget all disasters and all truths.
The next refresh will be in five years.
And the only person who can stop it is an emotionless monster who has forgotten even his own mother.
