I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom. "I...I don't know."
I stumbled upon the shop while searching for a way out of the city. My mind was a maze, filled with fragmented recollections and half-remembered dreams. A flyer on a nearby bulletin board had caught my eye: "Forget what you want. We'll take care of the rest." inside no. 9
But as I turned to go back, the shop was gone. The alleyway was empty, save for a small piece of paper on the ground. On it, a message was scrawled in faint handwriting: I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom
I realized then that some memories are worth keeping, even if they hurt. And I knew that I would return to Mr. Finch's shop, to buy back the one thing I had sold: my name. A flyer on a nearby bulletin board had
My face was blank, devoid of expression. And on my forehead, in letters that seemed to shift and writhe like a living thing, was written: " Anonymous".