Convenience store night clerk Lin Wu can see the ghosts of memories on the products.
A man in a camel coat bought milk that was due for 53 days in a row, and the barcode resonated with her iris pattern.
When the shelves grow fluorescent spores that eat away memories, when the freezers crawl out of the freezers filled with price tags,
She grasped the code scanning gun that could rewrite reality and aimed it at the 13-digit ultimate password flashing under his collarbone.
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"In the last minute before closing time, do you dare to play memory roulette with me?"
Intent: In a world where the shelf life of memory has expired, only by facing the forgotten truth can we break the shackles of time and regain the integrity of life.
