(Some suggestions are made using the help of the Google Translator.)

This city is fairly ordinary, with large buildings and small shops every few blocks. People walk along narrow streets, and the only notable difference from an ordinary urban environment is the presence of a large number of students attending school.

You may ask, "What is so special about this city?" The answer lies in the fact that it is nighttime. This is a subtle hint that the world in which we find ourselves is not as ordinary as it may seem at first glance.

The students walk in groups, wearing similar clothing. If you look closely, you will notice that each person has a faint blue light shining in their chest area. These individuals are divided into groups, and they appear to be communicating with each other.

"And so, where are you going this weekend?"

"My parents have told me that we will be eating at Arno once again..."

"Oh no, you are out of luck. We are headed to these ruins."

A young woman interrupted their conversation.

"Excuse me, but actually, these are not ruins at all. This is the remnant of fr..." And she continued with her explanation, blathering on about the significance of this location.The noise was so loud that many sentences were interrupted. Meanwhile, the entire group was approaching a large building, or more specifically, a twenty-story high-rise.

A menacing and deep voice pierced the din sharply.

"Young students, I request that you remain quiet on the premises of our esteemed school."

Those who were standing in the middle of the group merely rolled their eyes, as if to say "snoo...". However, the students who were at the back were so frightened and naturally fell silent.

"Well, well."

The strange voice spoke once again.

"I request each class to open their own door."

And then, in spite of a normal wall, eight doors in different colors appeared.

"Please, new students, through the white door."

The people standing in front parted and the younger students, trembling with fear, walked straight to the white door, presumably thinking "What if it's not a door but just a wall?" However, to everyone's surprise, the door turned out to be real.Later, other students began to exit through different doors, leaving only random passer-bys on the street. As the doors began to shut and gradually disappear, a piercing scream was heard.

- WAIT! DON'T CLOSE THE WHITE DOOR!

The door stopped closing, and the woman who emerged from it became visible again. There was a beautiful and statuesque lady standing there, speaking in a stern, dissatisfied tone. With a quick "excuse me!" the girl walked past the lady. She was quite beautiful, with purple eyes and long pale pink hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head for the prom. She seemed serious, but at that moment there was confusion in her eyes. She quickly ran out the door and disappeared into the darkness of a long corridor. The doors closed and disappeared, leaving a wall in their place. 

1 Velai- (Future in Simplified Chinese)

2 Bun for prom - meaning half-loosened hair with a bun