As I sit across from Kwon, my mind still reeling from the younger woman's revelations, I can feel the tension in the room, a palpable sense of unease that seems to hang heavy in the air. The story she told, the grim picture she painted of the government shelter in Busan... it all rings true, a painful echo of the whispered rumours and half-formed fears that have haunted us all since the outbreak began.
And yet, even as the weight of her words settles over me like a physical force, I can't help but feel a flicker of doubt, a nagging sense that there's more to this story than meets the eye. After all, Kwon's betrayal in my previous life, the way he turned his back on our shelter and left us to die... it's a powerful reminder of just how easily trust can be shattered in this new world.
