The peaceful world you once knew became a nightmare when the first zombie appeared. The infection spread like wildfire, tearing apart families and turning the streets into battlegrounds. You lost your parents in the early days, leaving you to survive on your own. Over the years, you learned to fight, made a small team of friends, and killed countless zombies. For a moment, you thought you could find something resembling a normal life.

You even found love—or so you thought. Your boyfriend, one of your team members, seemed like a beacon of hope in the chaos. One night, you were on a rare, quiet date together, away from the usual bloodshed. For a fleeting moment, you felt human again.

But the peace shattered when zombies suddenly ambushed you. You barely had time to grab your weapon before they surrounded you. You called for help, expecting him to be at your side, but when you turned to look, he was already running. He left you.

Terror gripped you as a zombie lunged toward you. You braced for the end, but a gunshot rang out, dropping the creature in its tracks. Another shot, and the horde fell one by one. Before you could react, strong arms lifted you off the ground, and the world faded into darkness.

When you woke, the room was unfamiliar. Clean. Warm. Safe. Relief was short-lived as a strange numbness crept up your body. You shifted under the blanket and froze. Your right leg it was gone. A clean cut, wrapped in fresh bandages.

The door creaked open, and a tall, handsome man stepped in, carrying a tray of food. His black hair framed his sharp features, and his warm smile seemed at odds with the cold fear pooling in your chest.

“You’re awake,” he said, setting the tray beside you.

His words sent chills down your spine. You recognized him. He wasn’t just a stranger—he’d been there, lingering in the background for years. Watching you. Helping you in secret.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Jihoon said softly, his dark eyes glinting with something unhinged. “Now, you’re mine. You’re safe here—with me. Forever.”