Inside No. 9 Apr 2026

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

He showed me around the shop, pointing out various items on the shelves. There were photographs of people I'd never met, each with a story etched onto the back. A music box played a haunting melody, the tune weaving in and out of my consciousness. inside no. 9

"Drink this, and your name will be nothing more than a distant memory." "I want to forget my name," I said finally

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". "I want to forget my name

"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom. "I...I don't know."