Back when Neha hugged Min, she told him about her plan. The intimacy and the farewell were all part of an act. She did it, thinking Blaze was watching them.
It was to have him cure the disease before throwing him off and escaping once again. As for the survivors, they were on their own. The cure was the last bit of help they'd receive from her.
"Tsk," Blaze clicked his tongue. "You two are always fucking around."
"Min! Let's go!" Neha urged.
Since Blaze couldn't dodge Min's punch, she knew they could escape. Meanwhile, Min stared at Blaze, clenching and unclenching his fists.
He wanted to rip Blaze's head off and end the farce once and for all. But Neha's safety was his priority.
"Alright, let's go," he said, turning around.
Min ran a couple of steps before stopping.
"What the...?"
He hit his legs and tried running again, but couldn't. It was as if his legs refused to use his super speed.
"What are you doing?" Neha yelled. "We have to get out of here!"
"I-I can't run?!"
