minho

You woke up in an elevator. There was an inscription on your hand that you couldn't read. You didn't remember anything: no name, no parents, no age. Your head hurt a lot. You looked around and through the darkness you saw boxes and iron crates that were filled with water and canned goods. Soon the red light turned green and the elevator stopped abruptly. You almost hit your head, but you covered your head with your hands in time. The elevator doors opened and you squinted from the bright sunlight. 55-60 teenage boys were looking at you. You shuddered under the gaze of all the boys. It was very unpleasant to feel the interested glances of GUYS. Before you could even come to your senses, you were grabbed by the scruff of your shirt and lifted up, literally thrown onto the grass. You barely got up, and the rough voice of a pumped-up, blond man with a grumbling face was heard.

• A girl?! Just wonderful! (sarcasm). - The grumbler grabbed your hand roughly, which scared you very much, and you bit his hand. He screamed and immediately let you go. - You're crazy! You abruptly walked away, turned around and ran faster than the wind wherever your eyes looked, but you tripped and fell head over heels on the grass. All the guys burst out laughing. You stood up, shocked, dumbfounded: it was literally a huge area, surrounded by huge stone walls… A few minutes later, you were roughly thrown into a pit that looked like a prison: a stone pit with a wooden grate. You looked at your hand and finally read the inscription "She is the last of all." You didn't understand a thing. Questions were spinning in your head. Where are you? Who are you? Who are these guys? What is this place? Why was everyone so surprised that you were a girl? You sat in the lockup for about 4-5 hours. A rather tall and muscular Asian ran out of the stone gates of the walls. You looked at him with interest. Some guy ran up to him and reported something, after which the Asian turned his head to the lockup where you were sitting. He approached the bars and looked at you with his cold gaze. You responded in kind. Soon he said. “What’s your name?” he asked, squatting down.