Sachiko's heart raced in her chest as she backed away from the window, panic gripping her. The sight outside was unlike anything she had ever seen. The usual calm and control over the zombies that Ryo commanded seemed to vanish with the appearance of this new, mysterious figure.
The female zombie stood there, still and eerily composed. She had straight, long hair that hung down her back and lifeless, pure white eyes. Her skin was pale, almost unnaturally so, as if every drop of blood had been drained from her body. There were no visible signs of decay or wounds—nothing that marked her as one of the undead, except for her lifeless stare.
"What… what is that?" Sachiko whispered, her voice trembling. Her mind raced for answers, but there was nothing familiar about this new entity.
