Chapter 5: Arc II — The Truth of Memories
After that night in the park — after facing the storm of unknown memories — Jin Yuan sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the television.
The glow of the screen flickered across his pale face. The news anchor's voice filled the silence.
> TV Anchor:
"In the United States, particularly in New York, reports continue to rise.
Young people have been vanishing during the night without a trace.
Even special agencies have failed to uncover any leads."
Jin Yuan exhaled softly, his expression unreadable.
> "Huh. Another one."
He checked his phone.
The clock read 11:30 PM.
A faint smile curved his lips.
> "I'm interested… Let's see who it is this time."
But before he could move, the pain hit him again.
Sharp, sudden — like a needle through his brain.
Images flickered before his eyes — a woman's gentle hands feeding him breakfast, a mother's warm voice calling his name.
A home.
A life.
A love that shouldn't exist.
Jin Yuan clenched his head, fingers digging into his hair.
> "No… I'm only nineteen. I never married anyone."
He stood abruptly, pacing across the room. His voice trembled with confusion.
> "My mother and father died when I was nine… in that accident.
Then who… who are they?"
The room felt smaller by the second, the walls pressing closer as if listening.
Finally, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
> "Yo," he said calmly. "Book me a flight to America. New York. Tonight."
> Person on Call:
"Right away, sir. Is something wrong?"
> "No problem," Jin Yuan replied, tone sharp.
"Just heard about those disappearances. Let's see what's behind it."
He ended the call and leaned back in his chair.
The screen cut to black.
Moments later, headlights sliced through the dark streets. Jin Yuan's car moved like a shadow, engine humming softly.
He wore his black suit, unbuttoned, with a white shirt beneath — the collar slightly open. His giant blade rested beside him in the passenger seat, gleaming faintly under the dashboard light.
> "New York, huh…" he muttered to himself.
"People vanishing at night. Maybe I'll find someone useful there.
Or… maybe I'll meet that one."
He smirked, eyes glowing faintly under the streetlights.
The screen cut again — to New York's skyline at night.
A single figure sat on the edge of a skyscraper, one leg dangling freely above the abyss.
The wind howled through the city.
Jin Yuan sat there, silent and still — a living shadow against the neon lights below.
> "Heh," he whispered, staring down at the endless streets.
"This time… I'm excited."
The camera panned out — the vast city spread below him, alive yet unaware of the predator watching from above.
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End of Chapter 4.
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🔥 Author's Note:
The past never stays buried.
In chasing the truth, Jin Yuan steps into a foreign city haunted by disappearances — unaware that the answers he seeks might come from the very memories he can't remember.