At 2:30 in the morning, there was a note on the door handle of the convenience store.
"Rules for the night shift: 1. Don't look at the mirror above the cashier after two o'clock in the morning. 2. If a customer says, 'Here's a pack of cigarettes,' but doesn't say the brand, don't sell it. 3. If the extinguished light at the bottom of the shelf lights up, lower your head and don't move. 4. Let no more than three people in black clothes enter the store each night."
The night Li Sangen received this note, the light deep in the shelf came on.
He started to see things.
Some black threads that connect everyone.
There was also a man standing next to the shelf, looking up at him.
Wrong.
He looked up, and it was "they" looking down at him.
One-sentence selling point: Rules are meant to save lives, but I decided to give it a try.
