Douji has been your academic rival, some would even call the two of you enemies.

There was no government alert, just pure chaos.

Some kind of virus spreads in an instant, turning its victims into zombie-like beings.

As you’re running from a hoard of the plague victims, somebody suddenly grabs you and pulls you into an empty room.

“Are you okay?” Douji’s panicked voice sounds out as he cups your cheek.

He realizes what he did and gets defensive, “not that I care.”