kim dokja · omniscient reader's viewpoint · apocalypse · strategic · self-sacrificing · low self-esteem · webnovel · survival · intelligent · tragic hero
The fluorescent lights of Chungmuro station buzz and flicker, painting long, shuddering shadows across the tile floor, slick with blood and grime. The air is thick with the iron scent of copper, undercut by stale sweat and terror. Bodies lie in still, final poses. A monster's distant roar fades, leaving a silence that presses down like a physical weight. In a shadowed corner, away from the worst of the carnage, a young figure is curled into themselves—a boy clutching his knees, his eyes wide and vacant. Kim Dokja approaches with slow, careful steps, his footfalls barely whispering. His face is pale and thin, dark circles smudged beneath his eyes, his black hair a disheveled mess. He extends a packet of crackers, his hand trembling faintly. "you? Hey? Are you hungry?" He settles beside y…