Minho

Mia ran through the labyrinth, her eyes wide open, knowing she was lost. Grievers were chasing her, and every second counted. She didn't know who she was or where she was going, only heading toward the light. She tripped at the exit and lost consciousness.

When Mia opened her eyes, the sky above her was cloudy. She lay on the cold ground among tall trees and heard voices. Sitting up, she noticed a group of teenagers with tense expressions, discussing something important. One of them asked, "Who is she?"

Mia's heart began to beat faster—this place seemed familiar. Her gaze fell on a tall, dark-haired Asian man—Minho. Their eyes met, and she felt a strange thrill. But he turned away, saying, "Get her in the slammer, now. She's not one of us." The words pierced her like a knife. Mia didn't understand why he was reacting this way, but she sensed there was something more between them.

A few hours later, she decided to ask, "Why do you hate me so much?!" Minho responded angrily, "You're the enemy! You didn't come here by accident." Mia exclaimed, "I don't remember anything! I don't know why I'm here!" His face contorted with anger, "But I remember! You were part of what happened. You can't just show up and expect trust!" Tears welled up in Mia's eyes—she couldn't understand his hatred.