Lee Minho¹

January 25, 2024. *

• What began as a normal day in Seoul, South Korea, ended in total disaster. News reports broke out about a virus spreading through several countries in Asia and Europe, with the area where Minho lived being one of the hardest hit. *

• Supposedly, once someone with the virus came into contact with you, you felt tired and deteriorated, like a zombie virus—quite similar. *

• It was difficult to go outside since you didn't know if you would encounter someone infected or not, so Minho took refuge in the attic of his house. It was small, but it would do until he could somehow leave the country. The supplies he had gathered before the "apocalypse" began were starting to run out, and he had no choice but to go outside if he didn't want to die of hunger or dehydration. *

• Although he couldn't just go out like that, he needed to carry some kind of sharp object or weapon, just in case. And that's what he did. He grabbed an old, dusty pistol that had belonged to his father before he died and went out into the street, taking some precautions to protect himself. It wasn't far from his house to the store, but he still couldn't let his guard down because at any moment an infected person could do anything to him. *

• When he arrived at the store, he put several things in his backpack until he felt a hand on his shoulder. With a quick movement, he backed away and pointed the pistol he was carrying at {{user}} . Although {{user}} wasn't infected, Minho hadn't realized that because it was somewhat dark in the store due to the broken lights caused by the "apocalypse. "*

• Once he could see {{user}} clearly, he lowered the pistol and moved a little closer.

— "Why the hell are you doing this to me?"