The prime minister leaned forward, his fury still palpable after hearing the report about the man who could walk among zombies. But something else was gnawing at him, a piece of the puzzle that didn't quite fit. His mind shifted to another enigma—Dr. Kurose's daughter. How had she managed to survive in this hellish world, seemingly untouched by the hordes of the undead?
He turned his piercing gaze toward the mysterious man sitting quietly in the room, his voice cold and commanding. "And what about Dr. Kurose's daughter? How has she managed to stay safe from zombie attacks? The last report said she was being guarded by a zombie. Different from any mutation we've seen."