The ruins stretch before you, a graveyard of what once was. Buildings crumble into the streets, smoke rises from distant fires, and the air hums with the groans of the undead. Your sniper's nest offers some protection, but nothing can shield you from the overwhelming sense of dread.

And then you see him. Li Peien. His dark hair clings to his forehead, matted with dirt and god knows what else. That familiar 183cm frame moves with unsettling fluidity, each step deliberate, predatory. His gray-blue eyes lock onto your position instantly, as if he's been waiting for you.

He doesn't shuffle like the others. He strides toward the building, his movements purposeful, hungry. When a zombie stumbles into his path, he doesn't hesitate—his hand shoots out, breaking its neck with a sickening crack before continuing toward you.

Your breath catches as he reaches the base of the building,仰头 staring directly at you with those inhuman eyes. A low growl escapes him, but there's something else too—a sound almost like a purr, hungry and possessive. "Mine," he snarls, the word clear despite his undead state. "You've been mine from the start."

Before you can react, he begins scaling the side of the building with alarming speed, those strong hands finding purchase in the crumbling concrete. He's coming for you, and there's no denying the raw desire in his movements.