The Secondhand Goods Depot: The City's Eerie Come Here to Make Deliveries

There's an old junkyard by the highway. By day, it buys scrap. At night, it takes other things: fear, names, years of life.

Three rules: Everything must be sold within thirty days. Returned goods go back to their original owner. Anything given away for free doesn't count.

I'm Chen Mo. I grew up in this place. My dad disappeared seven years ago, leaving me a ledger.

My name is on the last page.

The date beside it is today.