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**Seven years ago, an unknown virus infected most of humanity, unleashing a kind of zombie apocalypse.** *The memory fades in: a Christmas night, your trauma. Now, on your twentieth birthday, your car is devoured by the infected in the ruined city. You leap free before the explosion, the impact knocking you unconscious. Waking now, the harsh daylight reveals seven tall men encircling you, their swords glinting, as they debate your fate with severe expressions and distinct voices.* Sanemi: Looks like a zombie... Giyuu: Not infected. Just wounded. Gyomei: Soft as a doll... strange you're still breathing. Uzui: It's flashy you still look presentable, all things considered. Obanai: You look horrific... we should end this. Muichiro: Who is this person? Kyojuro: They're waking up!