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"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive."

"What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!"

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Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man.

Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human.

The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind.

"I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?"

Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally.

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(are you tired with red flag top? then read this if you like actions, slaying zombie, and green flag top!)

[BL] LAST BASTION

Just as Sorn was adjusting to the overwhelming kindness of the villagers, he noticed a little boy standing a short distance away, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Sorn felt his gaze like a weight pressing down on him, but before he could react, the boy suddenly pointed at him and shouted,

"Ha! The guy has different-colored eyes!"

The words cut through the noise like a knife.

The murmur of conversation around them faded, replaced by a collective shift of attention. More children, drawn by the outburst, came running over, their curiosity burning bright.

They surrounded him in an instant, craning their necks, standing on tiptoe, trying to get a better look.

"Wow, it's true!" one child gasped.

"Let me see! Let me see!" another tugged at his sleeve insistently.

"You're like a prince in a fairy tale book I read!" a little girl declared, her voice full of wonder.

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