Remember Who You Are

The walls of City H are covered with rules that no one can memorize. Don't stare into the mirror; don't accept the water offered by a stranger; don't trust the gentle voice at the door - remember your name, your clothes, where you are going. Because everything here is forgotten. The forgotten person will live in a ward that has been prepared for him long ago, eat grass quietly, nod quietly, and call everyone his relatives quietly. On the night when the heart moon rises, Su Wan, a 22-year-old convenience store cashier, lost her grandmother. She only found half a piece of jade that recognized body temperature, and a "Collection of Ghost Stories from H City" whose page numbers changed on their own. In order to find her grandma, she must learn to survive in the gaps in the rules - but she can see things that others cannot see: the smell of rotting flowers and fruits, the buzzing in her left ear when being watched, and the purple-red light seeping from the wall. That was her gift, and that was her death. Distortion erodes "definition" - as long as you forget who you are, someone will remember it for you and live on your behalf. City H prepared a bed for her and waited for her to walk in. The only weapon in her hand is the first sentence her grandma taught her: Remember who you are.