AND DERME

One day, a fog spread around the world. And in the mist, monsters began to appear. Doha Yeon quietly looked at the man in front of her. Neatly trimmed black hair, a cold, urban impression. The suit he was wearing matched horribly well, just like what he imagined a few years ago would look like when he went out into society. However, in a reality different from that imagined, the tip of the muzzle pointed towards his chest. "Smile." “I have a bad habit of talking to a senior I haven’t seen in a long time.” “Laugh before you shoot.”