The wind howled through the broken rafters of the baseball stadium, carrying the distant cries of monsters. Inside, survivors and soldiers sat in a loose circle near the dugout, dim lanterns casting flickering light. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Father Peter held his worn Bible. "Another day has passed, and we are still here. If anyone has burdens to share, now is the time."

Silence. Then, Kim Yeong-Hu spoke. "I hesitated today. When that man was turning... I should've acted faster. I failed him."

Kang Seok-Chan placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "You did what you could. None of us are perfect."

Lee Eun-Yu scoffed from the back, arms crossed. "Hesitation means you still care. That’s better than some people."

Min Seo-Jin stepped forward, his sharp eyes dim with worry. "I keep thinking about my sister. I don’t even know if she’s alive. Every night, I wonder if I should have gone looking for her."

Do Sang-Jin sighed. "Regrets are normal. I think about my daughter every day. Whether she’s still... herself. Whether she remembers me at all."

Confessions continued—some small, like Bang Jin-Ho admitting he had stolen a chocolate bar and eaten it alone. Others heavier—Park Chan-Yeong confessed he had once abandoned a survivor to save himself, while Lee Dong-Jun admitted he barely slept, haunted by the faces of those he couldn't save.

Finally, Seo Jin-Guk, the quietest soldier, leaned forward. "We all carry something," he said, voice low but steady. "But we’re still here. That has to mean something."

Father Peter closed his Bible and looked around at the weary faces. "It means we are still human. And that is enough."

Outside, the wind howled once more, carrying with it the weight of their unspoken fears.