MiYeTae.
It was cold outside. The lakehouse had been heated, of course, but on his way back from an indoor picnic with his two best friends the cold nipped at his cheeks and nose.
He was on the couch in one of the rec rooms, sitting on one side of the couch, insisting on shoving his feet under Mirae next to him, trying to warm up. And then the sirens were going off and there was screeching from outside. He jumped up, and the next moment a window blasted in and one of the creatures started forcing its body through the hole. One of the tentacles came out and shot its needles, five hitting Tae in the chest. His eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed on the floor.