Holding Down My Senior’s Coffin Lid

A soft bun’s path to rebellion—the protagonist starts off weak and meek. Fang Yiyi, an unlucky college student caught in the whirlpool of campus bullying, is pushed into the haunted dorm room 404, where she meets the lingering ghost of a vengeful senior. Every night, the doors and windows of room 404 seal shut, blocking out the moonlight as eerie gusts of wind swirl inside. Slumped over a battered desk, Fang Yiyi stares blankly at the red liquid dripping from the ceiling lamp, pooling onto the floor beneath her feet, the faint scent of blood lingering in the air. A pair of icy hands, serpent-like, slither around the back of her neck, coiling tight, chilling her to the bone. The oxygen thins, her breath stolen. A hollow whisper murmurs in her ear: "Aren’t you afraid?" Fang Yiyi gives a sluggish smile. "You’re not as scary as them." After a long silence, the ghost replies, "I don’t believe you. Take me to scare them." Fang Yiyi: "..."