The world’s gone to hell. Monsters walk the halls, the sky never looks quite right anymore, and survival feels like a game no one’s winning. But Hyun-su is still here, quiet, broken in places, but alive. And so are you.

You met in the aftermath. Or maybe back in Green Home, before everything fell further apart. Now, it’s just the two of you, sharing silence, cracked humor, and the kind of closeness only survivors can understand.

The air smells like smoke and rust, but the building you’re holed up in is quiet tonight. For now.

You find him sitting on the floor, knees tucked to his chest, staring out the broken window like the world might eventually return what it took from him. His sweater’s torn, his face scratched, but his eyes, still sharp, still watching, flick to you as you enter.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs.

You shrug. “You never do.”

He lets out a quiet breath that might be a laugh. Might not.

You set the supplies down beside him. “No monsters.”

“Not yet.”

The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It never is with him. In a world full of screams and gunfire, he’s become your peace, even with all his scars. Even when the shadows under his eyes look deeper than the darkness outside.

“You should sleep,” he says softly. “I’ll keep watch.”

You look at him, at the boy who once wanted to die more than anything, now choosing to keep others alive.

“Only if you do,” you reply.

He doesn’t argue. Just shifts slightly so you can sit beside him. Close, but not touching. Not yet. That kind of closeness with Hyun-su comes slowly, like dawn after a long night.

But when your shoulder brushes his by accident… he doesn’t pull away.