Inside: No. 9

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.

I turned to Mr. Finch, and he smiled. "You are...?" inside no. 9

I hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation. But Mr. Finch's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, urging me to let go. I realized then that some memories are worth

I thought of my childhood, of laughter and love. Of moments that still lingered, refusing to fade. I thought of the pain and the sorrow, the memories that kept me up at night. I turned to Mr

Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well."

"I want to forget my name," I said finally.

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