Chapter Four: Detached HEAD

Flames reached the child's shoes. Shen Zhou pulled the cord, but the room's gravity held Lin Wan. She stared at the girl who could suffer her death and perhaps reveal which life was original. “Check four,” Shen Zhou shouted. “Why are we here?” No answer. He pressed the recorder card against the frame. Two short taps and one long tap sounded from it. Lin Wan blinked. “To bring Zhou Jiming back.” The cord snapped tight, throwing them into the corridor. The door slammed. The seventh scar on Lin Wan's wrist had faded by half, as though that death had nearly earned recognition from `main`. At the corridor's end stood a vast object store.