I don't know how much time had passed, but it seemed like I regained some consciousness. I felt as if someone was calling me, and it sounded like many people's voices. Who could it be? My parents? Or my grandma? Or my master? These voices were too familiar; why couldn't I remember who they were?
Is this what being dead feels like? Why do my fingers hurt so much? Isn't it said that you don't feel pain after you die? Could it be that I was killed by a Ghostly Apparition, so I can't report to the Underworld? Have I become a wandering ghost now? Why hasn't my soul left my body? Do I have to wait seven days?
One question after another rapidly scrolled through my mind. Maybe because I was thinking too much, it felt as though my brain was not sufficient anymore. Ah, if only my soul could leave my body, I could still fight those Ghostly Apparitions to the death. I can't let them harm my dorm brothers.