Chapter Four: Outside the Canvas

They reached the tower's shadow. Though the Type Tower hung inverted in the sky, its entrance was a door lying flat on the street. Gu Yan's name appeared above it with a broken final character. He almost read it, then bit his tongue. A live proof from reality had been nailed beside the door. Su Qiao leaned against the records cabinet with half a marker in her hand. The last misspelled GU YANN was fading from the wall. She stared at it, trembling, no longer sure why she had protected it. Shen Zhuo crouched before her, gentle as if explaining a campaign to a client. “You don't need to remember him. Just tell me where the drive is.” “Remember who?” Su Qiao asked. Gu Yan's heart dropped.