"Anything that blocks our path gets completely mutilated."Jaemin's words hung in the freezing air, sending a violent shiver straight down Jinwoo's spine. The young man's silver eyes no longer radiated a single ounce of hesitation; they burned with the pure, unadulterated resolve of a predator absolutely prepared to slaughter anything to protect his pack.Jinwoo let out a harsh, heavy breath, rolling his neck until the joints popped with a loud crack. "Alright, mutilation it is. Am I supposed to hold their legs down or what? Because I only have exactly four bullets left. If we have to hack our way through the infected using your little kitchen knife, our stamina will completely run out before we even reach the damn stairs.""Save your complaining, Officer," Min-Ji interrupted sharply. The former fixer was already aggressively emptying the contents of her tactical bag onto the floor. "We have ninety minutes. The military is going to drop Napalm missiles directly onto our heads. Do you