Chapter Three: The Shared Dream

You aren't entering memories. Every time the door opens, it smells you." "What is it?" "The Shepherd. It drives people into forgetting, then eats who they are." "Three." Shen Yao pointed to the empty jar. "Why is it recovering me?" The other woman pressed a key into her palm—the key found in Zhou's pocket. "Pier Seven, locker seventeen. Gu Linchuan hid what he fears you'll see." The white umbrella passed through the metal doors. Its canopy expanded like a lung, and with every breath the lights inside the jars dimmed. "Two." "Who are you?" Shen Yao demanded. The woman looked at her with sorrow. "My name is Shen Yao too." "Impossible."