Location: Lin Feng's Apartment, 2:03 AM
The rain came without thunder — a fine mist falling over Rootlight's rooftops, soft enough to muffle tires, heavy enough to blur neon.
Lin Feng sat on the edge of his couch, staring at an envelope that hadn't come through any official channel.
No sender.
No seal.
Just a name written in pencil on the front.
"Lin Feng (13)"
That number.
It wasn't his age.
It was the number written on a bed frame in a government orphanage, one he hadn't seen in over a decade — and never spoken of since the system came.
Inside the envelope:
A photo. Torn edges. Yellowed.
Five children, standing behind a crumbling school wall.
One of them was him.
But he wasn't looking at the camera.
He was looking left — toward a girl with half-cut sleeves and shoes too big for her feet.
No name on the back.
Just one line:
"We still remember you. Do you remember us?"
System Prompt (glitching)
"…Host… alert… Unauthorized file breach… memory loop trigger…"
