Memory Pawn Shop: Wuwu

If memory could be pawned, what would you trade it for? When Lin Yan was twenty-two years old, he became the shopkeeper of a non-existent pawn shop. The shop is at the end of an alley in the old city. Opening the door of the main room is a corridor that should not exist. There are ledgers waiting to be written on the counter, and pawned memories are sealed on the shelves - some people have pawned their love, some have pawned their talent, and some have pawned themselves. The first guest was a sixteen-year-old girl. She pawned the music in exchange for her mother's life. Then Lin Yan saw: the golden smoke when the memory was extracted, the entropy spirit eating the memory in the darkness, and the ability to see the essence of the memory awakened in his left eye. There is an old photo in the note, with a line of words written on the back: "The blood debt of thirty years ago must be repaid by the grandchildren." The woman who came to the door said: "Your parents did not die in a car accident." There was only one sentence in the letter left by his grandfather: "A pawn shop is not a business, it is a prison cell." If memory is all that makes up the self, when the memory is stripped away, will you still be there?