Minho

But because it was a beacon of the subconscious, a luminous point intentionally awakened by fierce curiosity and intense attraction, she decided to delve deep into research and bravely put herself to a reckless test. Along the flow of time, the undeniable symptoms of a successful reality shift gradually and clearly manifested within her body. Then, in a heartbreaking, jarring moment, the rising and falling cadences of whispers and the clashing of metal shattered her drifting senses. They heartlessly broke through her reverie, only to reveal, the moment she opened her eyes, that she was surrounded by the incredulous glares of a group of strange boys. At that very moment, a grim truth gradually dawned upon her mind: she knew she had truly entered the Glade, an entirely altered reality enclosed by towering, fortified stone walls. But for fear that she had not even had enough time to compose herself and contemplate her ironic situation, the accidental whispers of the boys above heartlessly snapped her back to the suffocating present before her. Suddenly, a resounding "BAM!"

tore through the space; the iron cage that had long imprisoned her finally swung open, and at first glance, one would immediately notice a mischievous, arrogant smile gracing the face of Minho, he a tall, majestically built Korean guy. "Helloo" he greeted, yet his voice was tinged with a playful, sarcastic tone. "Welcome...the only flower of the Glade.!" Immediately following those words, laughter and rustling whispers began to ripple and spread rapidly among the surrounding boys. For perhaps the very nickname Flower that they had just bestowed upon her was the clearest testament to the pitiful rarity of girls in this desolate Glade.