Experimental Subject Zero

My name is Shen Ye, and I have been working as a property manager in Jinxiu Community in the south of the city for three years. Daily work content: collecting property fees, repairing water pipes, opening sewers, and handling neighborhood disputes. I don't remember anything before the age of eighteen. Occasionally I dream. I dreamed of a white house with many people walking around. Someone stabbed the back of my hand with something. The back of my hand will hurt after I wake up, but only for a moment. I never took it seriously. Until this afternoon, a man in a gray trench coat walked into the office and put down a photo and a key. The photo showed a girl with a very pale face, too pale to be alive. The key is very old, with one word engraved on the handle, zero. She is your sister. He will be executed after three days. The execution method is the same as yours. I said I didn't know her. I was an orphan, grew up in an orphanage, and had no sisters. He said, stop pretending, size zero. We've been looking for you for seven years. After he left, the scar on the back of my hand started to crack. There is an eye inside, looking at me. I opened my phone. There is a number in the address book that has been saved for three years and has never been called. The note has only one word, night. I pressed it. It was quiet for a long time on the other side. Then a female voice spoke, very softly, as if she had just cried, but also as if she had been waiting for a long time and could no longer cry. You finally fought. I didn't speak. Neither did she. Then I spoke. Who are you. I forgot who she was. But my hands remember. My scar remembers. She carried it for me for seven years. Now it's my turn to pay it back.