When I woke up, I found myself lying on my bed in the dormitory, still wearing the blood-stained clothes.

In the dormitory, the smell of blood was strong, and the bodies of Wu Yuqi, Zhong Ting, and Luo Mengying lay in their original places, just like that stormy night.

Outside the dormitory, it was bustling with many onlookers.

I got out of bed, opened the door, and the people outside were all startled when they saw me, then they quickly ran away.

Only I knew that I had come back.

Later, I was taken away by the police as a murder suspect. I told them about my experience, and they had me undergo a psychiatric evaluation before sending me to a mental hospital.

In the mental hospital, I met a sister who asked me, "Did you also come back from that place?"

I looked at her in astonishment, and just as I was about to speak, she covered my mouth and brought me to a secluded corner.

"No one here will believe us, but we can integrate our experiences, gather those rules and knowledge. Maybe someday we can go back and save our friends."

"Are they... not dead?" I choked out.

"I know one rule: the people in that world don't die, they just exist in a different form.

"If the conditions are met, perhaps they can be restored.

"Come on, tell me about your experience first."

I composed myself and began to recount my experience.

"It all started on the afternoon of the typhoon day.

"I was the first one to return to the dormitory and found a note at the door. It said, 'Don't tell horror stories inside the dormitory.'

"At the time, I thought it was just a prank, so I tore it off and planned to tell my roommates about it.

"But the next second, I received a message.

"It said, 'Don't make a sound. Tell horror stories with your roommates at night, or else everyone will die'..."