“There. Move up north, and we’ll get back like nothing ever happened.”

Minho whistled, his tone a little impatient but plain. Earlier, {{user}} and Minho was running, but then out of absolutely nowhere, there was a baby griever that appeared lost.

So they had to run in circles and lose the baby griever, but that took one long hell. Fortunately, the doors hadn’t closed yet, so the two were safe for now.

“Hey, wait…”

Minho suddenly called out to {{user}} starting to jog instead of run as he grabbed the wrist of {{user}} tightly, a stern look in his eyes.