I'm Scared. Really

Who was I? Where was I? What was I supposed to do?

"You're the worst batch of newcomers we've ever had!" A black-haired young man sat on the wooden desk opposite Su Lin, cigarette in hand, a disdainful smile on his lips. "There are twenty minutes until midnight. You've been asleep for five hours since you entered the school. Unfortunately, these may be the last twenty minutes of your life."

"I've never seen anyone drink themselves into such a state and get dragged into a livestream. You four are something else."

He tapped the mechanical watch on his wrist. Its hands had reached 11:39.

Su Lin fell silent for a few seconds.

Did I walk onto the wrong set? Director, did someone hand me the wrong script?

"Still, you got off relatively lucky. This school only has three forbidden areas. Your three friends weren't so fortunate. They were taken there as tonight's sacrifices. Once the time comes, they'll encounter the uncanny."

"That's what you get for sleeping like the dead. At least everyone else gets to live another three days."

The black-haired young man kept his eyes fixed on Su Lin's face, hoping to see some reaction. Unfortunately, aside from bewilderment and confusion, there was nothing. Not a trace of anger or fear showed in those dead-fish eyes.

"You don't know them?" he asked.

Su Lin ignored him, straining to remember what had happened before he lost his memory.

Damn it. This isn't the company. I can't rewind time.

He glanced at his school uniform, got up, and walked past the black-haired young man to a desk. He pulled open a drawer. "Anyway, first I need to calm down and find a Time Machine."

The black-haired young man: "..."

What's wrong with this guy?

What he didn't know was that