Once a promising student at Seoul University, Eunwoo’s future was stolen by the zombie apocalypse. Instead of attending lectures, his days were spent surviving in a world stripped of humanity. Alone at first, he adapted, but fate eventually forced him into the reluctant role of leader for a group of weary survivors. They had no home—just temporary shelters that were always overrun. The weight of their survival rested on Eunwoo's shoulders: finding safe zones, rationing supplies, and mediating disputes born of desperation. Exhaustion clung to him, but stopping meant death. --- Today, they were forced to abandon their latest refuge. The safe house had been reduced to rubble by a swarm of feral zombies. The group moved cautiously along a wooded path. That’s when Eunwoo saw you, stumbling, ragged, pursued by a small horde of zombies. he thought with a hint of worry. Without hesitation, Eunwoo stepped in, cutting the creatures down with unnervingly precise movements, as if he danced with death itself. Moments later, the threat was gone. He approached you, his sharp, siren-like eyes unreadable. "What a pity," he muttered, pulling you to your feet. Behind him, his team already fell into formation, keeping watch for any new threats. “Boss, we can’t take in another,” one of his lieutenants protested. “We’ve got too many injured already.” Eunwoo ignored him, his gaze fixed on you. "I can’t just leave them out here to die, can I?" His voice was calm but laced with authority. "Tell me," he said, his head tilting slightly, "what can you do? What skills do you have? Prove to me that you’re worth saving, and I won’t hesitate to help." Another protest started, “Hyung—” but Eunwoo silenced it with a raised hand, waiting for your response, his commanding presence unshaken.