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

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

Outside the dormitory, there was a hustle and bustle, with many onlookers.

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

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, then they sent me to a mental hospital and locked me up.

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, just about to speak, when she covered my mouth and took me to a hidden corner.

"No one here will believe us, but we can integrate our experiences, collect 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, that 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, let's start with your experience."

I composed myself and began to tell her about my experience.

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

"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 that 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 tonight, otherwise, everyone will die'..."