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In the small space, the boy squirmed his curled up body. The wet black fluff carefully protected him before he was born, just like his mother's most gentle licking. He stretched out his pale fingertips to touch those terrifying little tentacles, and a pair of horns wrapped in black and purple miasma slowly grew out of his head. They were symbols of the devil.

Lying on the soft velvet bed, Suo Shangli's eyelids were heavy but not sleepy. The night was quiet, with the occasional chirping of cicadas mixed with the rustling of leaves in the wind sliding into my ears, as if a gramophone was playing an ancient and lengthy tune.

How I teleported from Taipei to this damp and smelly dark room has become an unsolved mystery in the world. She also carried a big red schoolbag stuffed with snacks and comic books on her shoulders, and her school uniform was soaked with sweat and stuck to her back. I huddled in a corner, feeling the cold wind pouring in from an unknown hole. Trying to recall, I remember that just five minutes ago I was walking on the green field of the park talking and laughing with Pu Zhenghan, the classmate. Even the mango ice he handed me to eat was still undigested in my stomach. Why was I suddenly in this damn place?