[This article is participating in the suspense essay competition, please irrigate me with excess nutrient solution]
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I fell to the ground.
My head hurts.
"Sang Sang..."
That voice was still calling me, as if there was something sticky and cold, slowly squirming in the darkness, and it wrapped around me, round and round.
PS:
1. First person
2. The male protagonist is an outsider (but he has no sense of presence)
Intention: Down-to-earth, crooked ways are not advisable
