A few years ago, I was just a naive kid. The heavy snow that year sealed all my memories. I forgot where that is? I forgot who that was? I only remember that I accidentally knocked over a lotus lantern, and fire came out of the lantern and burned there, burning the world. A few years later, I came here, and I still can't remember where this is? I still don't know who is here? I only saw some unfamiliar faces all around. Some of them laughed wildly, some cried bitterly, some cursed, and some beat their chests. There was only one little girl sitting in the darkest corner, looking at all the faces in front of me, staring blankly. His eyes were dull and his face was expressionless. She huddled in a corner, holding her face in her hands. What is the darkest pupil? I don't know, but what I do know is. Here, everyone is irritable, everyone is angry, and everyone desires something but cannot get it. It was just the two of us, looking at everything in front of us. Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears, and the voice was so familiar. It seemed that I had been just like this voice, feeling the same uneasiness and wanting to roar: "Let me out, I don't want to stay here, what the hell is this place? Let me out, let me out!" (To be continued...)