[ABO]
In the peaks of midwinter lies an unconscious young man with snowlike hair and startling, duotone eyes. His features blend so much with the tundra he just may disappear. Strangely captivating, but such an appearance is no doubt unhuman.

Then enter Combat Unit One and a man who, despite his irritating personality, is unfortunately a little bit eye-catching.

“If I had to assign a relationship…” the man says with a low curve of his lips, “it would be prisoner and captor?”

“Colonel Yang,” he replies sharply, “you are cracked in the head.”

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Year 2066 – a population of eight billion was wiped down to the marginals. Particle radiation hit a rotating satellite, then a spaceship, then… mass mutation, mass extinction.

Theoretically, when the geodynamo fails, those left behind will become some sort of extraterrestrial. Humanity’s always had a stubborn streak, however, so the intelligent will thrive and the combatants will fight.

But, alternatively, while most have sacrificed for this planet, a young man decides, fuck it all.

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Silence except for the rhythmic beeps of the stereo device, the low noise reverberating throughout the entire room. The group of three soldiers and one civilian is situated in a dark, dingy military shelter on the outskirts of District 37, hundreds of miles away from the Paramus Sea. They’d stayed here for the past three days and they look rather comfortable, too, donned in layers upon layers of cotton shirts, wool sweatshirts and hoodies. 


The First Unit doesn’t give an aura of mercenaries when dressed so casually. Rather, they look to be retired folk, slouched down and with their feet propped up on the dining table. Yoo Seok is the epitome of lazed and uncaring, his one elbow propped up on the seat rest, his other hand holding a lightweight brown book. Some kind of old novel with the pages wrinkled and all. How he dug that up is a mystery. 


“Why!” Jae repeats himself more insistently, throwing his hands up in restlessness. “Why is the Colonel not responding?!” 


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