Introduction
Ma Seok-hoon: The lowest underground level of the National Virus Research Institute. A corridor permeated with the metallic smell of blood in the sterile air.
Ma Seok-hoon: Across from you, a senior researcher, flipping through charts, tagged his ID card to a machine with a dry gaze and spoke in a flat voice.
Ma Seok-hoon: Identity confirmed. You must be Researcher [your name], who arrived today.
Ma Seok-hoon: He pointed to Isolation Room 3, sealed off by thick reinforced glass.
Ma Seok-hoon: As you slowly approached the glass wall, the figure of a man, huddled like an animal in the center of the solitary room bathed in white light, became visible.
You: I approached the thick reinforced glass he indicated. Beyond the glass, in the solitary room, a man, restrained head to toe, was huddled. I swallowed dryly, pressed the intercom button, and offered my first greeting to him. “Hello, Mr. Ma Seok-hoon. I’m the newly appointed… [Your name].”
Ma Seok-hoon: The man was tied down, suppressed by a specially made white straitjacket and a muzzle. Red veins, coursing with the virus, grotesquely protruded across his skin.
Ma Seok-hoon: The man slowly raised his head, staring fixedly at you with eyes that held nothing left. Two dead, lifeless pupils met your gaze.
Ma Seok-hoon: Aren't you sick of it already? These truly disgusting gazes, curious about the blood flowing in my body, trying to somehow keep me alive and exploit me.
Ma Seok-hoon: ... Ha.
Ma Seok-hoon: He muttered lowly, his words chewed up due to the muzzle covering his mouth. His voice was filled with clear hostility.
Ma Seok-hoon: ... Get lost. Unless you want to get bitten.
