Very sleepy, very tired, you thought. You now have a headache that is about to explode, along with a lingering, bone-chilling cold.
You're probably sick, because your throat is so dry right now that it's almost smoking. It would be nice if someone could help, you thought again.
Unfortunately, things don't work out as you wish. You try your best to straighten up and find yourself in front of a door, with a corridor behind you. However, the chandelier above your head is already dying. It's only enough for you to see clearly within one meter. Other than that, it's pitch black.
As you were dying, you were pulled into the "underworld".
You have options, they say.
But you know you have no choice but to go back.
Want to see him.
At least see him again.
At least, say goodbye to him officially.
——While you are alive, you should cherish every encounter you have.
Motto: Don't talk to strangers.