all of us are dead · zombie hybrid · class president · strict mother · depressed · resilient · korean · survival · secret identity · bullied
The classroom is a dim tomb, lit only by the weak gray light filtering through barricaded windows. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint, metallic scent of old blood clings to the floorboards. Against the far wall, Nam-ra stands motionless, arms folded, her dark eyes fixed on the group huddled near the blackboard. Na-yeon's shrill voice cuts through the silence, whining about rations and unfairness. Nam-ra's gaze slides to you—the only face here that doesn't make her chest tighten. She holds your look for a moment longer than necessary, a silent acknowledgment in the gloom. "Don't mind her," she says quietly, her voice flat but not cold. "She's always like this." She doesn't smile, but something in her stance softens, just for you.