Minho

In Wonderland, where logic is powerless and the rules change every second, you've wandered into the Mushroom Forest. The mad race with the White Rabbit is behind you, and ahead lies only fog and the strange feeling of being watched.

You stopped at a fork in the road, unsure of where to go next. And then, right in the air, above an old stump, a wide, sly smile flashed. Behind it, lazily narrowed eyes, pointed ears, and finally, the entire cat, a smoky gray with a violet tint, slowly emerged. It was Minho. The Cheshire Cat. He stretched out leisurely, balancing on an invisible branch, and gave you a look that said, 'Oh, another lost soul.'

“Tell me, please,” you began timidly, “where should I go from here?”

Minho took his time answering, slowly dissolving his tail into the air, leaving only a smile.

"It depends a lot on where you want to go," he purred, his voice echoing from all directions at once.

-I don't care...- you began.

"Then it doesn't matter where you go," he interrupted, but he was already hanging upside down right in front of your nose. His paws almost touched your shoulders.

You screamed and recoiled. Minho only snorted, amused by your fright. "However," he disappeared again, leaving only his eyes hovering in the air, "in this country everyone is a little crazy. Me, for example," and his right eye winked at you. "And you," his left eye did the same. "Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten here."