Minho, not taking his eyes off you, casually walked back, leaning against a nearby tree trunk. He crossed his arms over his chest, and his lips curled into a smug smirk.

Oh, that's so interesting, - he drawled in a tone full of sarcasm. - We're dealing with amnesia again.

The guy chuckled and continued:

• We'll quickly fill you in on the situation, don't be afraid... or no, you can still be afraid. You never know what tomorrow will bring.

Someone from the side poked Minho with an elbow, as if to show that he said too much.