Xia didn't care about anything else and climbed straight into the file cabinet, then he closed it behind him; darkness descended upon him.
The cold from the loss of blood eroded his brain, making his thinking sluggish, his attention scattered, his memory poor, and significantly diminishing his physical abilities. This was why, when he climbed into the file cabinet, he had not realized the bloodstains he left behind, or perhaps he had realized, but the idea to cover them up had not occurred to him.
"So... so cold..."
Xia hugged himself, his legs drawn in together, curled up inside the file cabinet.
Scenes from the past unfolded before his eyes.
The elementary school classroom, seating 72 people, was quite crowded. The homeroom teacher knew the space was limited and tried her best to ensure that each student had enough space, which was the limit of what she could manage. However, there was one student who was quite different.
