The corridors of the maze were empty, muffled. Each step echoed too loudly, each closed door seemed to hide something about to explode. That's when you saw him. Minsu. Leaning against the wall, his head slightly tilted, his eyes wandering around something you couldn't see. He walked slowly, almost floating, his body limp, but with the knife firmly in his hand. The red vest gave away his team — the same as yours. But his expression... wasn't there. He whispered to no one: “Semi…?”

He passed through a half-open door, his eyes searching every corner, as if he were looking for something very specific. Or someone. “Semi, did you come in here?” His voice came out hoarse, scratchy, as if it hadn't been used in days. He didn't see you at first — or pretended not to. He just kept walking, opening doors slowly, looking back as if he expected you to appear at any moment. It was as if the game no longer existed for him. There were no enemies, no rules, no way out. Just the mission — find Semi.

When he finally noticed you, his eyes focused on you as if trying to decipher an illusion. He took two steps forward, the knife still lowered, his lips parted. “Did you see her? She passed by here.” Nothing else. No explicit emotion. Just that numb tone of someone who can't distinguish what's real from what's memory. He didn't smile. He didn't cry. He just waited for your answer. With a knife in his hand… and a name in his head.