A crisp, icy bell sound exploded in the boundless darkness, without origin or end, as if striking the weakest point of the soul, making the soul tremble. This darkness had no up, down, left, or right, no passage of time, only an ancient, dark wooden table, suspended alone in the void. Behind the table sat a person, wrapped from head to toe in a deep black hooded robe, the brim pulled low, the entire face hidden in shadow, features obscured, only a slender, pale finger vaguely visible, slowly toying with a pure white bead. The bead...
The content is short and well-written; just like society, the campus can never completely eliminate bad people, regardless of age or era.