Panel 1: Rian holds her glitter phone toward the glowing storefront, her livestream chat flooding with frantic messages and map pins, no real app branding. Panel 2: Over Yubin's shoulder, the phone screen shows fictional UI comments begging

A high vertical exterior shot of ruined Seoul streets under the split sky. Dozens of tiny survivor figures run toward the blue-lit DamiMart convenience store, weaving past stalled cars and fictional storefront signs, while Gatehound silhoue

Panel 1: The automatic door frame displays a glowing blue counter: 24 / 30. People inside look up in dread. Panel 2: Haneul grips her crossbow beside Yubin, bandages visible, speaking low while the outside crowd approaches the glass.

Panel 1: Through rain-streaked glass, a mother carries two children while an elderly man drags an oxygen tank behind her. Panel 2: Minseo presses both hands to her mouth, duck hairclip bright against her trembling face. Panel 3: Yubin's han

Panel 1: Rian stands near the counter, still streaming, phone raised but her mouth tense; blue chat windows float around her. Panel 2: Close-up of Yubin's eyes reflecting comments that demand heroes, soldiers, and protection, the white hair

Panel 1: Jang Doha's armed group emerges outside through smoke and rain, silhouettes carrying pipes, axes, and shields made from street signs. Doha is still partially obscured by glass glare. Panel 2: Inside, unnamed customers back away fro

Jang Doha stands outside the glass with 3/4 face visible to camera, close-cropped black hair soaked by rain, burn scar along right jaw, red climbing rope wrapped around his forearm. He leans close to the glowing barrier, broad shoulders fra

Panel 1: Behind Doha's fighters, civilians stagger through smoke: pregnant woman, elderly man with oxygen tank, delivery rider with broken ankle, children tied together with a scarf. Panel 2: Doha raises three fingers toward Yubin through t

Extreme close-up of Yubin's finger pressing the door-open button. In the glossy plastic reflection, civilians and armed fighters blur together outside, while the blue capacity number burns above.

Panel 1: The pregnant woman and two children stumble through the open door, blue threshold light washing over them. Panel 2: Doha lunges forward but the glass door slides shut inches from his hand. Panel 3: The capacity display changes to 3

Panel 1: Outside, Doha's expression goes flat and dangerous as rain runs down his burn scar; his armed followers stare at the sealed glass. Panel 2: Inside, Minseo looks up at Yubin with a question she fears asking, while he keeps his eyes

Split by the glowing glass wall: inside, thirty customers stand packed among shelves in guilty silence; outside, Doha and his armed fighters gather in the rain, weapons lowered but ready. Yubin stands at the counter between both worlds, tin