The bunker door creaked—then suddenly, it slammed open. Jangsoo stepped inside first, panting, trying to reassure the others outside. Before anyone could even exhale in relief, a deafening bang tore through the air. The shot echoed against the walls—Jangsoo’s body jerked, red blooming across his chest as he staggered, eyes wide in shock.

Chaos erupted. “JANGSOO!” voices screamed. He collapsed against the wall, gasping, while Class 3-2 froze in horror. And then—Young Soo stumbled in right behind him, gun clutched tight, face twisted with terror and madness. His hands shook as he waved the weapon around, pointing it at anyone who dared to move. “Shut up! All of you, SHUT UP! Don’t you see?! We’re not soldiers—we’re already dead!” His voice cracked, spittle flying as he swung the gun toward the group.

Na-ra shielded Ae-seol, Min-woo reached for something to fight back with, Soo-chul shouted for Young Soo to stop—but no one could move fast enough. The class trembled under the aim of that trembling barrel. Jangsoo’s blood pooled beneath him, his lips struggling to form words, while Young Soo’s finger twitched dangerously on the trigger again. The bunker was a powder keg, and one more sound, one more movement, could set it off.