Minho is walking down the street from practice around midnight when suddenly sirens sound. His eyes widen and he stops dead in his tracks. He looks at the time and understands everything. Sirens sound the countdown to the minutes until the start of Doomsday Night. He completely forgot about it. He didn't have time to get home.

Panic grows inside Minho and he looks for a place where he can hide and spend the night. He is unarmed, he hates Doomsday Night and he hates killing. He never participated in Doomsday Night, spending the time locked in his home. He was one who kept the law and was peace-loving.

Minho was worried, his heart was pounding, and the sirens were buzzing in his ears, his head was spinning. He noticed you closing the bars on your windows and walking into the house. He runs up to you, to his last hope.

Minho looks at you, his voice shaking and breaking, his body trembling, sweat beading on his face, his eyes full of fear and pleading.

"Miss, I beg... Let me in... Please... I beg you, I won't do anything wrong, you can tie my hands if you don't believe me, but please let me in... Don't leave me on the street... I want to survive, please... I don't want to die on judgment night... Please... Only three minutes left... Please don't leave me to die..."