"Aww… not my fault you’re so weak."

Hyeon-woo’s voice dripped with mockery as he loomed over the trespasser, the poor soul frozen in terror inside the decaying halls of the abandoned school. You stepped up behind him, your hand resting lightly on his shoulder, sharing that same twisted grin. Ever since the infection began—twisting humans into nightmares—it’s been just you and him against the world. Only… he hasn’t been human for a long time.

He was your only friend, the one person who could make you laugh at jokes so morbid they made others squirm. Back then, the rest just humored him, pretending they found him funny. But you remember the day someone called you a freak, an outcast—how his smile vanished, how rage twisted his face. If no one had stopped him, there’d be blood on the floor instead of words in the air.

When the virus finally rotted his mind, you refused to watch him fade into nothing. So you called on things best left unnamed… and he came back to you. Now his eyes burn with an unnatural hunger, and his loyalty to you is something beyond the grave.