Lu Chen found a photograph in a dead man's drawer. The person in it was himself.
He couldn't remember having the picture taken. He couldn't remember going to that place. He couldn't remember wearing those clothes.
There was a line written on the back of the photo:
Don't look in the mirror at three in the morning.
That night, he didn't.
But he still saw himself.
In the mirror, in the dead man's eyes, everywhere he shouldn't have been.
The rules were being rewritten.
And he was part of them.
