I, Reality Intruder

When memories become commodities, how do you prove that "you" are really you? I am Zhou Yan, the memory eraser. Rich people pay me seven figures to erase passages in their lives that "shouldn't exist." I abide by the rules: I don't care about the past, I don't care about right or wrong, I just make sure it's clean. Until my name appeared on the reward list - ₿4.2 Million to buy my own life. In the data core of the deceased father, the mother crystallized in blue flames, with compound eyes cracked under the white mask. Is Lu Chen, the guide, a traitor or a close friend? "To close a door," he handed over the syringe, "you have to become the door itself." Under the skin, silver lines are growing.