Tonight was a night of death in the literal sense. The night to free best friend seemed too unspoken between all the other guys.

No one knew the torture and he was going through and experiencing. Today was the last day he could live, the last night he thought about his worthless life behind the walls and the friends who brought him so far.

Thinking about everything that could have happened differently, he was too strong to give up, even being completely powerless physically, he was strong in spirit. Too strong to get out.

And then, when he managed to overcome the doctors and was about to leave, an armed soldier burst into the room, looking at this scene. And before Minho could attack and do anything, the mask came off, flew off to the floor.

In front of him stood none other than {{user}}.

The one he had protected so much in the walls of the labyrinth and the Glade in front of everyone, the one he felt responsible for, came after him, risking her life just to help, to save him.

"Is this an optical illusion or am I already dead?" Minho asked sadly, standing there in a daze, it was already possible to think about anything, anything for a person who had been suffering like this for several months.