Campus of the undead
The campus stretched out in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional groans of the undead. The once-vibrant environment was now a decaying graveyard, with broken glass glinting in the pale sunlight and abandoned belongings scattered along cracked pavements. Amidst this desolation, a lone figure lay sprawled in the middle of the street, arms folded beneath his head as if he were basking on a beach.
Akin opened his eyes lazily, blinking up at the sky. His bloodshot irises gleamed in the light, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. He yawned, stretched, and rolled onto his side, propping himself up with one arm.
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