When Lin Zhi woke up, her mind was clean. The whole city was being eroded by other people's memories, but she couldn't remember anything.
She didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky.
Until she held a man's wrist and saw the fragments that had been stuck in his mind for seven years - the last words of the dead man, the unfinished obsession, the sound of the last breath before he died. Her hands moved and she pulled them out one by one. Seven, together, unscathed.
She doesn't know who she is.
But there are people in this city who have been waiting for her for a long time.
Intention: Memory cannot be forcibly erased, but must be slowly sent back along its lines.