Soobin began to bawl in hysteria. Is this really how it ends for him, he could only grieve from betrayal as he watched the fire climb his hair, slowly reaching the tower.
You see, Soobin was no ghost, nor a demon. Simply a lonely soul, longing for friendship or a companion, even an enemy would do. Soobin simply wanted someone who would TALK to him.
Unbeknownst to yeonjun, just like in the fairy tale from his childhood, soobin was simply wanting to be saved from the small room that held him captive for the past 22 years, he wanted nothing more than to know what the outside world was like.
Ebony hair still alight, Soobin crawled back further into the room, curling himself into a ball, whimpering out he knew these were his last moments. "Me, they called me mr black, and as you can see i never smiled nor laughed" With the ragin fire finally consuming the tower as the 4 boys watched below in relief, Soobin muttered his last words. "And now....now i don't live"