The three girls stare at each other in sheer horror. The friendly Minotaur seems less shaken, she couldn’t blame him, he doesn’t know the heroic man who just vanished. The monster carries them with ease away from the dangerous stone ball who got stuck and stops at the pit. They all know the horrible truth that lay beneath it - Irene - but none of them bring it up. It’s all to fresh to disturbing, and it’s easier to ignore the truth.

“If you just wouldn't have run away from me, this would have never happened!” The half bull speaks, and this time as he doesn’t have to run anymore, he doesn’t sound as loud. He has a rather pleasant voice to listen to, Sohee notes, despite the undeniable distraught that coats his words. “We rarely have guests here!" He complains. The remorse is already forgotten; she is almost jealous of the simple and easy mind of the beast.

“What’s your Name?” Sohee asks as he seems friendly and quite enjoys chatting with the girls. 

“Mino,” he answers promptly and proudly as if she is supposed to know his name. But the conversation ends with that. None of the three girls are in the mood for a conversation. 

Now that they are safe, they all start to process the happenings. It’s hard to swallow, let alone understand.  Slowly each of them come to terms that maybe the stranger is right and only one of them would make it out alive. She feels the gazes they exchange with each other. As for now, they were friends, but would that stay this way if someone could help herself?

Chorong, who has been crying for the loss of Hoya, wipes her tears dry. But no one says another word. Not even when their host gently puts them down. Sohee manages to bow, and Chorong follows after, but Sulli doesn’t. It’s not that she doesn’t have manners, but her attention has fallen on something completely different.

They were back at the beginning of the labyrinth. The same lagoon they have seen at the start of the adventure, but from above Sulli has saw something she hadn't noticed before. She now can see perfectly the beautiful verawood bridge that connects one shore with the other. But more important, there is a spring in the middle of the lake, and she knows instantly what this meant. All her life she has read legends about it, the spring of youth!

Even though it is supposedly the same lake they have seen before, it looks very different to Sohee now. White lotus flower bloom, yellow petals and flower arrangements floating around. But most enchanting are the wooden boats, with letters she has never seen written on the screen of the paper, lit by a candle behind the sheets. Almost magically as if affected by the tides they seem to follow the pull of the moon following up the stream further and further away until they vanish and other boats pass by. It’s this mysterious time when the moon is about to set, and the sun would soon rise. The air is full of secrets and tension and the sky changes from the darkest black of the night to softest pastel colors.  

The bridge leads to a beautiful tiny island with a lotus tree in the middle of the water, and as soon Sulli has ground underneath her