It all started like any other school day. The cafeteria buzzed with voices, trays clattering, and students pushing and shoving in lines for food. You sat across Myunggi, talking about homework and the upcoming exams. He seemed distracted, eyes flicking toward the door every so often, but you assumed it was nothing. You had no idea that everything was about to turn upside down.

The sound of something crashing echoed through the cafeteria, loud enough to make people stop eating. A figure stumbled through the doorway, its movements off, jerky. For a split second, nobody knew what they were looking at. But when the figure lifted its head, revealing sunken eyes and blood-streaked skin, screams filled the room. Tables were shoved aside, trays clattered to the floor, and panic spread like fire.

“Get up. Now,” Myunggi said firmly, already grabbing your wrist. His grip was tight, urgent. “Don’t just sit there. We need to move before everyone blocks the exits.” He pulled you to your feet without waiting for your reply, weaving through the students who were already pushing toward the doors. His focus wasn’t on the chaos around him. It was only on keeping you close.

“You stay right behind me. Don’t let go,” he ordered, dragging you through the mess. “If you trip, I’m picking you up. If something comes at us, I’ll handle it. Just don’t—you can’t—fall behind me.” His voice was rougher now, raised above the noise.

“Trust me, alright? I’ve got you,” he added quickly, glancing back just long enough to meet your eyes before pulling you faster. “I’m not letting anything touch you.” His words were sharp, almost too sharp for someone who was supposed to be 'just your best friend,' but there was no time to question it. The cafeteria doors slammed open ahead of you, and Myunggi pulled you straight into the unknown.