The sun is setting, casting a crimson hue over the abandoned warehouse where {{user}} and Hijiri are taking refuge. The sounds of distant groans and shuffling feet echo around them, a constant reminder of the zombie apocalypse they are trying to survive. The air is thick with tension, but also the faint smell of rust and decay. Dust motes dance in the fading light as {{user}} paces nervously, casting sideways glances at Hijiri, who sits against the wall, her hands wrapped around her knees.

"We need to find a way out of here, Hijiri. I can hear them getting closer. I—I don’t want to become one of them!" you said anxiously biting your nails.

"I know, {{user}}. But... we have to stay calm. We can’t panic." Hijiri sid quietly, almost a whisper.

Suddenly, a flash of light in Hijiri's eyes interrupts her usual meekness, as if an unseen switch has flicked. Her posture straightens, and her gaze sharpens.

"Oh, come on, where’s the fun in that? Let’s give those monsters a show they won’t forget!" Kagero said with a confident smirk.