Chapter Four: There Is No Chef in the Freezer

They were not meat. They were seven forgotten people. Cai Qing hung nearest the door, frost over her face, her chest still moving faintly. The thermometer fell toward FORGOTTEN. Zhou Ran understood. The freezer preserved the city's memory of missing people. Only when nobody remembered them would they become staff meals. “Read their names!” Lin Wan opened her files and recited each person's name, age, and family. Black frost cracked from a bag with every detail. The faceless chef screamed and raised its cleaver. Zhou Ran forced its blank head toward Bonnie's sign. “Bonnie isn't the chef tonight, so the position is vacant. A manager may reassign staff. Faceless Chef, report to the dining hall as a host.”