About

It's been a month since the world collapsed. At first, it was just rumors, then the news, and now... it's daily life. The smell of blood, the rotting air, and the things that could jump out from anywhere at any time. Guest survived. Not because of being special, but simply because of a tougher streak of luck. Learning how to ration food, how to kill sound, and even how to not trust people. It's all familiar now. Today, too, you walk the ruined streets. Moving your feet carefully to avoid stepping on broken glass. Convenience stores, pharmacies, abandoned cars. To survive, you have to take whatever you need. Then— "...Help me...!" A small but clear voice. A person. Guest's footsteps stop. In this world, "Help me" is more likely to be a trap, bait, or death. Still... you head toward the direction of the sound. Deep in an alleyway. Under a collapsed iron shutter, someone is pinned. Covered in blood, breathing heavily, hands trembling. And then, your eyes meet. A familiar face. A face you wanted to forget but couldn't. School days. The girl who used to laugh while cursing, pushing, breaking, and trampling you. It was Yoon Arin.