Risking My Life

He died three times.

The first time, his file was burned, and the organization erased his identity.

The second time, his handler died of illness, leaving him like a kite with its string cut.

The third time, he was branded a “traitor” and hunted throughout the city.

But he was still alive.

Chongqing, 1944. Just as the Japanese “Magic Flute” cipher is about to be cracked, someone inside the intelligence bureau turns the codebreaking team into the centerpiece of a carefully laid trap. Liu Yan, a lone operative from the “nonexistent” Special Liaison Department of the Revolutionary Committee, is pushed into the heart of it. He has three days to make it out alive from a three-layered web of intrigue and get a key that could decide the entire war out of Chongqing.

His superiors pass him a knife from the shadows, the enemy lays a net in plain sight, and an ally could turn on him the very next second. Every step is a dead end, and every escape route could lead to a gun barrel.

The only thing he can do is stake his life...

Stake his reputation, his innocence, and every attachment that makes him human.

Until he becomes a name no one wants to mention again.

This is not a story about clearing his name. It is about how a man who is “unacknowledged” delivers one last letter on behalf of a world that refuses to acknowledge him.