林雨晴站在教室门口，手里紧紧攥着那张泛黄的信笺。她记得上个月的那个下午，她正在教室里自习，突然觉得有一道刺眼的光从窗外射进来。
“这是谁给你的？”她的手指微微颤抖，信纸上还带着温度。那是一封来自医院的特急电报，上面写着三个字：” you are special.”
林雨晴的手指深深掐进掌心，指甲几乎要钻进皮下。她记得那天下午放学后，她收到同学李雨儿的短信：”你最近是不是有点不对劲？今天下午你在教室里好像没精气神.”
窗外的光越来越亮，林雨晴感觉自己的视线开始模糊。她的手指无力地颤抖着，信纸在她手中发出轻微的沙沙声。
就在这时，一道刺目的白光突然从她眼前闪过。林雨晴觉得自己仿佛被拉进了一个陌生的空间，在那空间里，所有的人都在看着她。
” you are special. ” 这句话一直在她耳边回响，像是一个声音来自很远的地方。她的手指微微发麻，信纸渐渐变得透明，最后完全消失不见。
林雨晴 collapses in the classroom, the room was filled with strange noises. She saw a shadowy figure walking through the door, holding a strange object in hand.
The object was glowing faintly, and it looked like a key that could unlock something deep inside her heart. But when she tried to look at it directly, it suddenly flickered and disappeared。
Then, the room started to shake, and strange voices filled the air. She felt like she was floating, suspended in mid-air, unable to move or breathe.
Just then, a cold hand touched her shoulder, and she looked down to see a figure with long black hair standing behind her. The figure looked very familiar to her。
“You are special,” the figure said in a calm but firm voice. “This is not just a game.”
林雨晴’s heart racing, she felt a strange sense of calm. She tried to look at the figure, but when she did, her vision started to blur。
The object in her hand began to glow brighter and brighter, until it reached a point where it could no longer be contained. The light filled the room, illuminating everything around her.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of power surge through her body, stronger than anything she had ever experienced before.
The world outside started to fade away as the strange energies began to flow through her. The shadowy figure stepped forward, holding a strange symbol in hand.
“You are not alone,” it said, its voice calm but firm. “I am here to help you.”
