Fallen faction

In a certain district, within the shattered edifice, a bloodstained man leaned against the ruins, gasping for breath. Simultaneously, he withdrew an antiviral agent and injected it into his left arm. As the medical coursed through his veins, an intense agony struck him like a crushing hammer blow.

Gritting his teeth, he bore the excruciating pain, refusing to succumb to unconsciousness. Despite his efforts, tears and mucus inevitably flowed down his face.

Crunch! A glass bottle lying on the ground was crushed beneath a heavy foot. The man peered through the crevices of the crumbling wall and saw a figure covered in bone fragments. It was the shared boss from yesterday, now pursuing and slaughtering people in the district.

[You are a clever one, do you wish to live?]

At that moment, a small holographic screen, 5 cm wide and 20 cm long, appeared before his eyes.

Below the text were two options: [Yes] and [No].

The man hesitated, dumbfounded...