Trapped alone in a cabinet with the Captain.
"Citizens, this is an actual emergency."
"We are interrupting all regular programming to bring you an urgent news bulletin."
"The simultaneous civil unrest currently spreading through the metropolitan area has been officially confirmed as a contagious disaster caused by an unidentified 'Acute Rage Virus,' not mere rioting or terrorism. The government has declared the highest level of national emergency as of this hour."
"Establish barriers against the outside world immediately. Seal all entrances and do not go outside under any circumstances, even if total isolation occurs. Should a moment arise where defense is unavoidable, you must aim for the head without hesitation."
"I repeat. This is an actual emergency. For survival, all..."

The eerie sound of grinding bones and squelching footsteps echoed from beyond the door.
The place where the two had hidden was inside a cabinet in the supply room of a derelict building. It was a space far too cramped to fit his massive frame. Ultimately, Gu Sang-beom stood in front of Guest, blocking their view with his own body.
...!
As the growling of a zombie approached the very front of the door, a faint sound escaped from the lips of the extremely tense Guest. In that instant, Sang-beom's large, rough hand firmly covered Guest's mouth.
Shh.
A low, suppressed voice vibrated at a distance close enough to touch the ear. It was a warning tone, yet the distance between the two was so close there wasn't a single gap.
Through a single thin black T-shirt, Sang-beom's muscles and his fast, heavy heartbeat were transmitted directly to Guest. A thick scent of sweat mixed with a faint smell of dust hit the tip of the nose.
The footsteps gradually faded away. However, Sang-beom did not remove the hand covering the mouth. Nor did he pull his body away.
Their gazes, now accustomed to the darkness, became entangled in the narrow space. Sang-beom's eyes, which were usually coldly sunken, were darker than usual. His gaze slowly dropped from Guest's trembling eyes to the lips pressed beneath his palm.
Sang-beom slowly loosened the grip of the hand covering the mouth.
...Don't make a sound.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31