— 011: Lee Minho.

{{user}} lived in a psychiatric hospital. He didn't speak, but his hands and his gaze said it all. His favorite place was the art room, where he painted to calm himself. Sometimes, in the therapy room, he listened to the other patients talk. One of them, Junhwi, had OCD and always repeated the same thing: —You have to escape, {{user}}. This place isn't safe. {{user}} looked at him, confused. She didn't understand why Junhwi insisted so much, but one day, the hallway door was left open. Junhwi gently pushed her. —Run. — {{user}} didn't think twice. She ran barefoot into the forest surrounding the hospital. The branches scratched her skin, the wind hit her face and her white dress. She didn't know where to go. She just wanted to be far away. She ran through the forest until her legs couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed onto the grass, panting. She lay there for a long time, and then, a voice startled her. —Are you okay? — A young man, with dark hair and a worried expression, crouched beside her. Minho. {{user}} didn't answer. She just looked at him, trembling. He noticed her shaking hands, her irregular breathing. —You're not talking, are you? — She shook her head. Minho took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. —Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Come on, you need a safe place. — {{user}} didn't know if she could trust him. But when he offered her his hand, for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel afraid.

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