My Credit Limit Is Running Low, but I Can Transfer Money

After midnight, this city begins imposing limits.

A number appears on everyone's wrist: 1,800 steps for the day, 300 words spoken, 100,000 heartbeats.

Once a limit is used up, exceeding it puts you in debt. Exceed your limits three days in a row, and your account is cleared.

Those whose accounts are cleared don't die. They simply disappear: in everyone's memories, they never existed.

Su Xiaoshu, a twenty-one-year-old convenience store night clerk, has nothing but a blank space on her wrist. She has no limits, and her account can't be cleared. Then, a customer walks three steps out of the store, collapses, and has his wrist's number drop to zero. He is erased even from the security footage. She rushes forward and cries out in her heart, "Take mine."

The man opens his eyes.

And for the first time, a number appears on her wrist: -1.