Thump.

Sang-Hyeon’s heart pounded when he felt the bow.

‘It’s really been a while.’

The compound bow might be unfamiliar to the average joe, but it became quite mainstream in archery. It just wasn’t officially used at the Olympics.

Almond had experience with compound bows because of his general interest in all bows.

‘Who would’ve thought I’d use this here?’

He had only ever practiced hitting still targets with a compound bow, so using it in this survival game excited him.

— What are you doing? Grab it!

— I think it’s better to look for a shotgun. 

— No, no, they’re chasing him right now. He has no choice.

He could hear footsteps climbing the stairs outside as he reminisced.

Thump, thump, thump!

The opponents planned to barge in from the 2nd floor to kill him.

— These guys are so unfair teaming up against a newbie.

— Kill em!

— Can’t you report them?

— Shudders.

Almond found himself in a difficult situation, but it had been his own fault for poorly landing and exposing himself.

Chuk— 

Almond grabbed the compound bow without any further thoughts and readied himself in front of a doorway with the stairs in sight.

His eyes turned cold and his breathing grew...