I woke up and found myself lying on the cold ground, with a pungent smell of blood filling my nose. He was only wearing a thin student uniform and washed white school pants. One of his sneakers slipped off and was thrown not far away. This is a dim corridor with darkness at the end. The sky outside the corridor is dim, and the light of the stars has not dimmed yet, and is faint in the transition between light cyan and winter jasmine. Who am I? Why here? When I thought about this problem, I had no emotion in my heart. It seemed that this problem was no longer important. But when I looked at my white and clean hands, I felt strangely sad.
I found myself forced to be involved in a hunt, and the abandoned teaching building was full of dangers. No one knows the truth.
Intention: Live seriously.