我记得那是一个阴沉的下午，教室里飘着一股令人窒息的紧张气氛。小美坐在座位上， fingers trembling as she looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her hair was in two long braids, a style she had maintained since elementary school. But today, something was different. "Hey,辫子 girl!" Lily called out, her voice taunting. "Need a ride home? But don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get lost in the dark!" "Who's there?" she whispered, her voice trembling. The braid was gone. But there was a faint, red mark on her neck, as if something had been cut. Then, everything went black. Where did it come from? What was it? And why did it take her braid? 小美 felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the connection. She decided to ask her grandmother about it.