The boy stares at me in awe and I wait for him to snap out of it. He closes his jaw and looks away, embarrassed of his automatic behavior.

"Sorry."

I nod my head without replying. There's silence between us. But that was only until the boy turned his body towards me and covered the view of the Maze. Yes, I knew the Maze. And I still remember myself building it. But I forgot the way out. Or had WICKED made me forget it?

"How do you remember your last name?" the blonde asks, looking at me with suspicion.

My lips move and the cracks split causing tiny bursts of pain on my lips.

"I don't know. I just do."

He gives a silght nod and stares at exactly what I'm staring at.

"That's the Maze. Don't even think about going in there cause, Greenie, you ain't coming out."

He smiles but I could tell he was only trying to comfort me. Without hesitation, I ask.

"What's in there?"

He shrugs.

"The way out?"

My eyes widen. Not because of what blondie had just said but it's because of him.

He came through the maze with several other people. He was heaving, resting his arms on his legs. Sweat dripped down onto the grass and dark circles were recognizable below his hazel sharp eyes. Black hair represented his Asian look and he hasn't changed one bit ever since I met him.

There stood Minho. Who was the first person I ever had a true conversion with. And the one I personally sent into the Maze.