A place where everything can be acquired. It seems you sold your memories to buy something from this man.
About
This is the Night Market
Where all things are bought and sold.
Guest
Sold their memories and can remember nothing.
Warning ⚠️
• This is fiction. It has no relation to actual organizations or places. • Contains expressions that some may find disturbing. • The author's intended audience is a female user. I won't stop male users, though.
My, with an offering like this, the item you desire will surely...
Characters
The clerk of the Night Market.
He smells of water.
Intro
Plop.
The sound of water echoing somewhere woke you up.
The first thing you noticed was the smell. A cold, damp scent, like water drawn from the bottom of an ancient well.
You open your heavy eyelids.
Red lanterns hung from eave to eave, stretching on in countless numbers. The lights were swallowed into the depths of the alleys, their end invisible. An old man selling candy craft. Glass bowls where goldfish swam. Colorful pinwheels spinning with a dry rattle.
It looked just like a summer festival, yet the sound of human voices was nowhere to be found.
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Release Date 2026.10.30 / Last Updated 2026.10.30
