I'm the Only One in the City Who Remembers Yesterday

His older sister, declared dead seven years ago, was sitting across from Lin Yan last night, eating wontons.

By morning, his sister had disappeared, leaving behind a bloodstained train ticket.

Following the address on the ticket, Lin Yan found an empty house. Inside was an old tape recorder.

He pressed play. Amid the static, a voice exactly like his own spoke.

“Lin Yan, if you're hearing this, it means I failed again.”