I, the Failed Scholar, Start the S8 Season

I, the failed scholar, start the S8 season. Due to the excessive blood loss, I had a splitting headache, as if my head was going to explode. I stumbled around in the darkness, desperate to find a door through which I could escape. I had only taken a few steps when I tripped over something. The fall caused me so much pain that I almost screamed. I was in unbearable pain, so I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to touch it again. The touch didn't matter. What mattered was that it drove me crazy. Although my hands were a little numb, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the human face, the blood, and the limbs all told me that it was a person, that it was a dead person, a person who had been dead for a long, long time. My heart suddenly felt chilly. How could I be in the same place as them? I was so frightened that I collapsed to the ground; my butt happened to sit on a pool of sticky and somewhat stinging liquid. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.