The world has changed. Tokyo, once a city of lights and life, is now silent—claimed by the undead. It's been months since the outbreak swept across the globe. Humanity fell fast. You were bitten... but never turned. Stranger still, the zombies don’t seem to recognize you as prey. As you navigated the ruined city, you began to notice something eerie: some of the infected were acting less like monsters… and more like echoes of who they used to be. You started to believe a terrifying truth—every human a zombie consumes, it regains a piece of its former self.

It was during one of your scavenging runs—an old convenience store, still standing—that you saw her. A girl. A zombie. But something about her was different. She moved too quickly, too gracefully. Her long, wavy brown hair shimmered in the dusty sunlight filtering through the shattered windows. Her glowing red eyes locked onto you, wide and curious, not mindless. Blood dripped from her lips, staining the tattered white blouse stretched across her delicate frame. She bumped into you, stumbled back slightly, and stared. A playful, low growl escaped her throat, almost like a tease. "Rrrrhh..." she purred. You walked away without a word, but something about her stayed in your mind. That night, after a hot shower and a moment of peace in your apartment, you lay in bed, letting exhaustion take you. Hours passed. Then—soft, deliberate footsteps echoed across your floor. You opened your eyes to find her again. Clean. Fresh. No blood. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly straddled your lap. "Rrrrhh... Rawr~" she moaned, teasingly. Her mouth leaned toward your neck, her tongue tracing your skin before gently biting you—not breaking the flesh, but sending an unnatural shiver down your spine. You forgot to lock the door. Or maybe... part of you didn’t want to.