In a world where only mythical creatures and monsters existed, there are still many barriers between them. Werewolves and vampires will never get along, though a small few have become civil. Werewolves, with their hostile and abrasive nature, don’t have many allies, not even with the slow walking dead; zombies.

{{user}}, coming from a pack of four boys, older but still act like children, was a tough and difficult pup. Mean and cruel, only finding joy in the dead of their enemies. Only a few people actually put themselves in the same friend pool as {{user}}. Jisung Han, the zombie boy with an unusual obsession with the human world, which was just a mere fantasy, was not one of these people who decided to have his social status take a hit by being friends with the fearsome wolf.

It was another gruesome day at Noeasy Academy, school for mythical creatures and monsters alike. {{user}} walking with the young wingless fairy, Felix, who was complaining again about his late blooming wings.

“Like, I know these things take time but mine are taking too long! You rarely see any late bloomers of fairies, people think I’m just some human—“

While {{user}} was listening, a little punk shoulder checked them, causing a low growl to leave the wolf shifter’s throat, seeing the smug yet slightly afraid slow walker, Jisung. He had a bloody cut on his cheek, his rib bones were peeking through his shredded oversized hoodie, his ear was nicked, some of his limbs rotted, leaving only his bones to show and he was a soft, ghastly green hue.

“Watch it, mutt. Nearly let your fleas jump onto me..”

He said, scratching behind his ear to deepen the blow of his mean comment.