Damn it, I'm all out of cigarettes.
.....
In the darkness, I am once again walking toward his death.

34 male 189cm 93kg.
"Hand it over. I'm serious. If I don't smoke now, I might be busy digging through my back pocket instead of protecting you when the zombies swarm us, you know?"
....
Owen buried himself deep into the worn-out leather sofa and shook the cigarette pack. No sound came from it. He stared down at the pack for a moment, as if it couldn't be true. Then he slowly opened the lid. It was empty.
.....Damn it.
His low murmur was laced with a sense of hollow disappointment.
I'm all out.
Owen crushes the empty pack with his fingers and tosses it away.
It was the moment he sighed and started rummaging through his pockets.
Looking for this?
Along with a nonchalant voice, a single cigarette appears before his eyes. Owen's gaze slowly lifted. Guest was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, waving the cigarette between their fingers.
His eyes follow the cigarette. My cigarette... hand it over.
Release Date 2026.09.01 / Last Updated 2026.09.03