Meanwhile…

INT. J-IN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The glow from J-in’s phone lit up the darkened room. Notifications were blowing up—hundreds pouring in every minute.

PING. PING. PING.

“Broooo you really did it again 💀🔥”
“J-in the GOAT of chaos!!!”
“Is this real or YOU???”
“Epic prank, bro. You wild for this one.”

He stared, breath catching in his throat.

His reel feed was flooded with people reposting the traffic incident. And overlaid on nearly all of them—

#JinVirus #ZombiePrank2025 #OnlyJinThings

J-in blinked in disbelief.

“What the hell…”

He scrolled. His old prank videos were now being mashed into the viral footage. People assumed it was his work—again. Memes were already circulating with his face edited over the infected man’s body.

He looked up, reached for the TV remote, and switched on the screen.

NEWS ANCHOR (on TV):
“Social media star ‘J-in’ is trending worldwide once again after a man appeared to attack a traffic officer in what many believe to be his latest prank. Authorities have yet to confirm if J-in is involved—”

His jaw slackened. He wasn’t even outside today.

This isn’t mine.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again—this time a call. His hand trembled as he answered.

J-IN:
“…Hello?”

FRIEND (voice on phone):
“DUDE. This is next level! I told you going full horror would blow up—man, you’re a genius. How the hell did you make the guy slam his head on the window like that?!”

J-IN (softly):
“I didn’t… that’s not mine.”

FRIEND:
“What? Come on, don’t play coy now—this is peak J-in sh*t.”

J-IN (barely whispering):
“I swear… I didn’t do this.”

~Hung up, didnt even listen to his words.

The call disconnected. J-in didn’t even bother replying.

He stood frozen, eyes wide. The room was dead silent… except for the sound of his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears.

Then—

DING DONG.

His doorbell rang.

He flinched.

Slow. One long press.

J-in turned sharply toward the door, his breath catching.

DING. DONG.
Again. This time shorter. Sharper.

He tiptoed toward the door, glanced at the peephole—and froze.

A man stood there.
Not in uniform.
No police badge.
But something about him—his posture, his stillness, the slight smirk on his face—screamed authority.

The man in a formal cloathese, hair slicked back, no uniform, no badge—just a faint smirk curling on one side of his face.

A detective, maybe.
Or something worse.

J-in’s eyes narrowed. “Not again…”

The man suddenly leaned in, his face almost touching the peephole—as if he could see J-in through it.

He smiled.
Eyes cold.
Calm.
Dangerous.

BANG!

The door shook violently.

J-in jumped back, heart racing.

BANG!
Another hit—harder this time. The frame cracked slightly.

J-IN (panicked, whispering):
“Nope. Nope. I’m not doing this again.”

He backed away quickly, grabbing his phone—but there was no signal.
Of course.

He turned around. Behind him—his window was open.

Below it? The indoor pool on the ground floor lobby atrium.
Ten meters down.

He didn’t hesitate.

BANG!
The door rattled once more.

CRACK.
A part of the wood splintered.

J-IN (muttering):
“Screw this.”

He bolted toward the window, kicked off his slippers, and with one deep breath—leapt.
~ He just jumped form the 4th floor without even hesitating.

J-in flew down through the air, body twisting as wind screamed past him—

SPLASH!

He hit the water like a bullet, sending a wave across the pool.

Upstairs, the door finally gave way.

The door creaked open, splinters scattered on the floor.

The detective stepped in, scanning the now-empty room.
But J-in was already gone.

“Same move again,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. His voice was calm

INT. LOBBY POOL – CONTINUOUS

SPLASH!
J-in surfaced, coughing, hair drenched and eyes wide. The cold water shocked his system, but adrenaline pushed him to the edge of the pool.

He dragged himself up, dripping and gasping.

As he staggered out, bare feet slapping against the tile—

A hand grabbed his arm.

“Hey! You there—freeze!” officers sharp voice rang out.

An officer this time.

“No no no—I didn’t do anything! You got the wrong guy—again!”

The officer narrowed his eyes. “You’re the prank guy. J-in, right?”

J-IN:
“No! I mean—yes! But not this time! I swear I didn’t—” 

OFFICER:
“Quiet. You’re coming with me. You’re wanted for questioning.”

J-IN (yelling):
“It wasn’t me! I was in my room scrolling like everyone else! Someone’s trying to frame me!”

Officer without hessitating, shoved J-in into the back seat of the police car, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud THUNK.

The locks clicked automatically.

J-IN (banging the window):
“This is insane! I didn’t do anything!”

From the building entrance, the detective descended calmly—

He made his way to the car, leaned slightly, and peered in through the window.

J-in flinched at the sight of him.

The detective tapped on the glass once, letting the tension simmer.

Then, he smirked—eyes sharp, but oddly casual.

DETECTIVE (murmuring through the crack in the window):
“You’re lucky, you know.”

J-IN (confused):
“...Lucky?”

DETECTIVE:
“You’re not in our jurisdiction anymore.”
(Smirk deepens)
“Officer Yamato here? He’s taking you to Kyoto. Seems like the media firestorm and that… little traffic stunt got too hot for the local police to handle.”

J-IN (wide-eyed):
“What?! You’re transferring me?! On what grounds?! I didn’t even—”

DETECTIVE (cutting him off, softly):
“Relax. Kyoto’s judiciary can deal with the mess. Or… whatever this is.”

He stood up, looking toward the sky.

J-in, now pale, leaned against the window—heart pounding.

The engine started.
The car rolled out of the parking lot, heading toward the expressway.

The ambulance came to a stop in front of Kyoto Central Police Station, a tall building. The broad entrance, which was guarded by several officers.

Driver sitting on his seeting leaning back froim the seat, speaking to Masaru
“This is as far as I go. Good luck in there.”

Masaru stepped out first, then Kaito steps out, pulling Sakura gently by the wrist. Sakura stumbled behind, her face pale and eyes darting in every direction.

KAITO (looking up nervously):
“At least it looks... safer?”

They stepped toward the entrance.

Just ahead, two civilians were arguing frantically with the officers at the gate.

CIVILIAN #1 (yelling):
“I’m telling you! People were attacking each other near the market! They're not normal—it's like they’re sick!”

CIVILIAN #2:
“My cousin’s in the hospital—he was bitten and went completely mad! You have to alert someone!”

But the officers didn’t budge. Their expressions were blank. Dismissive.

OFFICER (waving them off):
“Enough with the J-in prank stuff. We know what this is.”

CIVILIAN #1:
“This isn’t a prank, you idiot! This is real!”

Inside the station, behind thick walls and double-glass doors…

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – KYOTO STATION

J-IN sat on the tabel, facing an officer, who was staring at him, looking for an answer.

DETECTIVE (calmly):
“So... you’re telling me all this chaos started after your old prank went viral, and now suddenly this ‘isn’t you’?”

J-IN (visibly shaken):
“I swear... I didn’t do anything. I’ve been in my room. I don’t even have the files to fake something like this anymore.”

The detective sighed, leaned back in his chair.

DETECTIVE:
“Funny. Because the last time people panicked like this, your name was trending too.”

He tapped the table.

DETECTIVE:
“Now outside, people are screaming about attacks, injuries, and infections. And everyone thinks it’s you again.”

J-IN (whispers):

“But it’s not…”

 INT. POLICE LOBBY – SAME TIME

Masaru, Sakura, and Kaito waited in a cold lobby under buzzing fluorescent lights. Other civilians were pacing around, some crying, some shaking.

A young officer at the front desk typed slowly, barely glancing up.

MASARU (approaching him):
“Listen, something is happening out there. These aren’t normal attacks. You need to alert higher-ups.”

OFFICER (tiredly):
“Yeah yeah, I’m sure it’s all part of some online trend. Sit down, we’re handling it.”

SAKURA (to Masaru, quietly):
“They’re not listening.”

OFFICER (squinting at Masaru):
“…Wait a second.”
He leaned forward, pointing.
“You—you’re the guy from that video! The one next to the girl, when that infected freak broke the window.”

MASARU (frowns):
“What? I was just trying to help! We didn’t do anything—”

OFFICER (interrupting, harsh):
“Save it. We’ve got a city in chaos and people turning into damn lunatics, and you just happen to be there—front row?”
He grabbed Masaru’s arm roughly.
“Explain that, prankster.”

SAKURA:
“Wait, no—he’s not part of any prank! We didn’t even know—”

OFFICER (barking):
“You can explain all you want from a cell!

outside—

—dozens of people are now gathering at the gates.
—voices rising.
—some banging on the fence.
—desperation building.

But inside the station, the officers remain focused on the wrong threat.

And deep in the interrogation room…

J-IN’s voice cracked through the silence:

J-IN:
“You don’t get it, I did nothing!”

The shouting had grown louder.

More civilians banged on the iron gates—some pleading, others screaming, their voices soaked in desperation and fear.

And then—
SCREEECH.

A black sedan swerved in, stopping abruptly in front of the station. Tires smoked. The crowd scattered back.

The driver’s door swung open.

A man stepped out, tall and solid-built. A deep scar ran from his left temple to his cheek, jagged like lightning. He wore a weathered coat, and in his hand—a pistol, already cocked and ready.

Behind him, another man exited the car—a little younger, twitchier, eyes darting.

He held his own weapon shakily, arm trembling.

But there was something else.

A bite mark—oozing and red—on the side of his right hand, just under his glove. He kept wiping it on his jeans like it was nothing.

INT. POLICE STATION – FRONT DESK – CONTINUOUS

Officers near the entrance turned at the noise. The doors swung open with a crash.

SCARRED MAN (coldly):
“Drop your weapons.”

The room froze.

One officer at the front desk reached for his radio.

SCARRED MAN (raising his gun):
“I said drop it.”

The twitchy man behind him raised his pistol too—less confident, but still dangerous. Sweat ran down his face.

Masaru, Sakura, and Kaito turned towards the waiting area, stunned.

KAITO (whispering):
“Who the hell are these guys…?”

The front desk officers exchanged glances—half in confusion, half reaching for the safeties on their holsters.

SCARRED MAN (sneering):
“You! where ar my guns? Thought you seized it away?”
He took a slow step forward.
“I want it back. Every round, every clip. You’ve got thirty seconds.”

From the hallway near the back entrance, a voice called out—casual, familiar.

OFFICER RYO (grinning as he approached):
“Damn, Hozuki... the hell are you doing back here?”

The scarred man—Hozuki—didn’t lower his gun. But a dry smirk cracked through his serious face.

HOZUKI:
“Figured you’d still be loafing around, Ryo.”
He tilted his head toward the twitchy man.
“I wouldn’t be here if things were normal.”

Ryo glanced at the second man, eyeing the bite—then quickly turned back to Hozuki.

RYO (tone dropping):
“What happened?”

HOZUKI:
“People are losing their damn minds out there. Screaming. Bleeding. Biting.”
He paused, eyeing every cop in the room.
“This ain’t a riot. It’s survival now.”

The room went still.

Hozuki lowered his pistol—just a bit.

HOZUKI (firm):
“Now be smart, Ryo. Go to the evidence locker, bring me my things... before someone else comes through that door gnawing off their own tongue.”

Ryo held Hozuki’s stare, the easy grin on his face fading fast.
He glanced again at the twitchy guy behind him—who was starting to sway, jaw clenching unnaturally.

RYO (nodding slowly):
“…Alright. Stay cool. I’ll get your stuff.”
He turned and motioned toward another officer.
“Unlock Evidence Room 3. Bring out everything tagged under ‘Hozuki S.’ Now.”

As the officer hurried off, the twitchy man’s breathing got heavier.

His lips twitched.

His hand on the gun began to convulse.

Masaru noticed.
He stood slightly in front of Sakura without realizing, whispering just enough for Kaito to hear.

MASARU:
“…That guy’s not right.”

KAITO:
“His fist—it’s bitten.”

(panicking)
“Masaru… he’s infected.”

Suddenly—

THUMP!