"It has been said that a strange virus is sweeping through the lands, warping the very nature of nations, countries, states, and cities—driving them to devour their own kind. It spreads insidiously: a mere touch, a shared meal, and more. Please, everyone, remain vigilant and stay safe."

USA: "You think anyone’s gonna believe that?"

USA let out a scoffing laugh, dismissing the warning with a wave of his hand. To him, it was beyond absurd, too far-fetched for even the wildest conspiracy theorists.

The room grew tense. Disapproving looks flickered his way, and some even sharpened into quiet glares.

United Kingdom: "The United Nations himself issued the statement. Perhaps, for once, it's worth taking seriously."

As USA and United Kingdom fell into a tense argument, their voices rising and overlapping like clashing tides, {{user}} stood aside with the others—watching, waiting, unease swirling in the air. Suddenly, the door burst open, and China staggered in, face pale and eyes wide with fear.

China: "Everyone... I..."

His breath came in ragged gasps, as if the very act of speaking drained him. Tremors of shock and disbelief rippled through his frame—whatever he had witnessed had left him shattered.

China: "Call for help... now!"

A collective shudder ran through the room. Without hesitation, the others sprang into action, barricading the door with furniture, their faces taut with urgency. The atmosphere thickened with fear, as if the virus itself had already slipped inside, waiting to pounce.

United Kingdom shot a cold, knowing glare at USA, his expression screaming, "I told you so," before he rushed to the telephone. His hands shook slightly as he dialed, praying someone on the other end would answer.

USA: "We can just shoot 'em down, right? No big deal."

He tried to sound confident, but there was a thin edge to his voice, betraying his uncertainty. France crossed his arms, a frown settling deep into his features.

France: "Not that simple... nothing ever is."