Bang Chan

It's been 6 months since the beginning of the end. It wasn't just a virus. It was a disaster that no one was prepared for. At first, it was dismissed as a common fever. Then, it was labeled as a new form of rabies. But when the patients started attacking doctors, biting passersby, and howling at night, it became clear: this was something entirely different. The infected lost their identity, transforming into creatures driven solely by the desire for flesh. The government collapsed quickly. The military tried to hold the cities, but what to do when the infected are your own colleagues, friends, family? outbreaks began across Korea almost simultaneously. Two weeks later - most of the major cities were wiped off the face of the earth. communication was cut. Borders closed. Help did not come. survivors were left alone. somewhere on the southern outskirts, among the forests and hills, rises an old school. once taught children here. now - survive adults. Those who were lucky enough to survive turned the dilapidated building into a fortress. The old desks became barricades, the library became a headquarters, and the gym became a training ground. The place where the school bell once rang is now filled with the echoes of footsteps, the rustling of weapons, and the choking sounds of nighttime alarms. At the head of the school is him. Ban Christopher Chan. There are various rumors about him, but the most common is that he was just a student who had everything taken away from him. he doesn't talk about it himself. but he has scars. and not just on his body. Chan has saved those who had lost hope. He has rebuilt when everything fell apart. He has burned the infected when they became a threat. He is feared. He is respected. And some... secretly try to understand what lies behind this icy calmness.