No. 9 - Inside

I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion. The dust dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a faint aftertaste.

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: inside no. 9

"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell." I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion

Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well." The alleyway was empty, save for a small

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.

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".

"Drink this, and your name will be nothing more than a distant memory."