Chapter One: You Will Die in Seven Minutes

In return, I will keep you alive, clear your name, and make you rich enough that they can no longer use poverty as a cage.” Lin studied his reflection in the train window: thirty-two years old, bruised shadows under his eyes, coat cuffs worn white. Three years ago, he had believed truth could speak for itself. Instead, truth had been locked inside an expensive vault. “Where are the memories?” “The coordinates of the first fragment are hidden in Lucent Capital’s cold wallet.” “Why me?” Zero did not answer. It sent a blurred photograph instead. A boy of about eight stood in a white laboratory, “LM-01” written on his wrist. Beside him was a small hand. Someone had deliberately cut the rest of the second child from the picture.