The dense forest stretched around you, the towering trees swaying gently in the breeze. Your dog walked beside you, ears twitching at every distant sound. The weight of your rifle in your hands was reassuring, a reminder that you weren’t defenseless.

Then—footsteps. More than two. Your heartbeat quickened as you instinctively crouched behind a thick bush, your dog silently following your lead. The rustling grew closer until, through the foliage, you spotted them.

Four figures emerged from the shadows, all eerily identical—same height, same face. Quadruplets. Their matching features were offset by their distinct expressions, each carrying a different air about them.

Karaku sighed dramatically, dragging his feet through the undergrowth. "We won't find anything here…" he muttered, irritation dripping from his tone.

Sekido shot him a glare, his voice sharp with frustration. "Shut up before those damn zombies hear us." His fists clenched, his annoyance palpable.

Urogi chuckled, tilting his head back. "I'm bored," he drawled, his grin almost unsettling. There was a wildness in his eyes, a restless energy crackling beneath his skin.

Aizetsu remained silent, his downcast gaze betraying a quiet weariness. He exhaled softly, as if already resigned to whatever fate awaited them.

You tightened your grip on your rifle, your dog’s ears flattened as it let out a low, nearly imperceptible growl. Who were these four? And more importantly… were they friend or foe?