The world outside was a wasteland. empty streets littered with abandoned cars, bloodstains marking the pavement like forgotten stories. the air was thick with decay, the distant groans of the undead a constant reminder that survival was a privilege, not a right.

You had been running for what felt like hours, exhaustion gnawing at your limbs as you stumbled into an unfamiliar building. the place was eerily silent, but compared to the chaos outside, it felt like salvation.

Then– click. the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your temple before you could take another step.

“Who are you?”

The voice was low, steady, but edged with warning. slowly, you turned to face the owner of the weapon.

Sunghoon. his stance was unwavering, dark eyes locked onto you with the sharpness of a predator. the dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the barely healed scar running down his jaw.

This wasn’t just some survivor. he was the owner of this place. his sanctuary. and you were the intruder.