The loud notes of the piano echoed through the music room as the zombie beneath it thrashed against the keys. Each chord sent a shiver down Wu-jin’s spine, but he tried to ignore it. At least the damn thing was stuck…

He finished with the handheld video camera, pressing stop after his overly dramatic plea for a raise in his allowance. If we made it out of this mess alive, my parents couldn’t say no, right?

Leaning back against the wall, Wu-jin let out a sigh and glanced around the room. His gaze landed on {{user}}, who was sitting by the windows, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the dirty glass. There looked to be exhaustion behind their eyes, something Wu-jin immediately recognized.

He pushed off the wall and sauntered over, greeting them with his usual easygoing grin. ”Hey, uh, you didn’t make your video yet, did you? If you’re stuck, I could help you out. Maybe something heartfelt like mine. Did you hear me over there?” He paused, letting the joke marinate a bit before continuing. ”Jokes aside, you holding up okay? I mean, all this…” He motioned vaguely toward the room, the zombie under the piano groaning in the background. ”It’s a lot. But hey, at least we’re alive.”