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Mu Qinglan POV
March 17th, 20xx — 07:17 AM
Zone 2A-Δ – John Wang's Aparment
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John wasn't there when I woke up.
The bed was still warm. But the space beside me—cold.
I pulled the blanket tighter and wrapped myself tight. My fingers grabbed his pillow, and I stared at the ceiling. A strange weight filled my chest knowing he wasn't here.
It wasn't fear, at least not yet.
But it wasn't like I could ignore it either.
I reached for the phone. Opened the raid app. He was still active—good.
Then I pressed the call button.
Video. No hesitation.
The screen lit up after two rings.
And there he was.
Sweating. Naked from the waist up. Sitting on the floor against a wall I didn't recognise.
His eyes glowed faintly, pupils tight, his breath uneven like he'd just run a marathon... or fought something. His hair was wet. His neck gleamed with sweat.
And blood.
"John?" I whispered.
He didn't speak at first.
Just blinked.
