K93n Na1 Kansai Chiharu.21 -

It was an alphanumeric thing—part call sign, part map coordinate—stitched through a lifetime no one could tell by looking. The officers called it a label because that was what you did with things you intended to catalogue. The men who found her did not catalogue her. They knelt. They cupped her face like something fragile and still warm until the ambulance lights arrived and made the reeds look blue.