On the Seventh Day, Remember to Collect My Body

After working overtime until late at night, I called a taxi. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. His eyes were so dark that the whites of them could barely be seen. When I woke up the next day, there were three more scratches on my neck. The neighbor asked me: "Is your dad in good health?" But I never mentioned anything about my family to her. What's even more terrifying is—— I suddenly realized that I couldn't remember what my mother looked like at all. This building, this job, and this life are all fake. And I only have seven days left.