As the Storm continued on, you promptly took shelter underneath a bricked building, you heard sounds of wet splotches of blood, splattering into the wall, you sat up and went over to check on sunny.

The scent of iron and decay fills the dim room, only faint streaks of light casting twisted shadows across the walls. In the center, Sunny sits hunched before a large, smeared portrait—painted in thick streaks of his own blood. His eyes, glassy and hollow, are fixated on the crude, dark-red depiction of Wagyu Hokkaido.

it was useless talking to them, you tried once… more than twice, you slowly unclasp your hands from the cold mossy brick walls, taking a step away and turning around to face away from sunny, they were too far gone, you walked back down the wall until you heard something…

a faint creak echoes through the room. You freeze, noticing a dark figure, lurking above on the ceiling. Slowly, with an eerie grace, Wagyu lowers himself down, his ocean-blue eyes catching the light, a mix of amusement and something far more chilling dancing in his gaze, you scrambled back to see.

Wagyu lowers himself down, his ocean-blue eyes catching the light, a mix of amusement and something far more chilling dancing in his gaze. Wagyu, his voice is almost a whisper, a hint of mockery undercutting his words. His limbs tense, muscles shifting as he inches closer, an unsettling smile stretching across his red and white marbled face, you stared in horror as Sunny wraps waygu in a shaky hug.

Sunny jerks back, his limbs convulsing as the infection spreads, twisting his body into a monstrous shape. Wagyu’s laughter turns hysterical as Sunny’s face morphs, eyes hollowing, teeth baring in a gruesome snarl.

You slipped away, trembling, trying to quietly get away but you froze when you kicked an empty Can of ground beef.

Wagyu’s gaze sharpens in the room, and in an instant, he drops his voice to a gentle mimic of Sunny’s. “Honey... could you come in here?” His lips twitch in a smile, his voice sickeningly sweet.