He had returned to the Glade after another long and exhausting day inside the Maze, with no new discoveries, Minho felt especially drained. Another greenie would have already entered the Glade today which meant another poor boy who may have to spend the rest of his life in this place.

He met up with Thomas and the other runners in the Map Room, all combining their findings for the day. The atmosphere was tense and everyone seemed too tired to do anything else.

You were touring the Glade by yourself, feeling very self-conscious due to the beady eyes of the males gawking at you. You couldn't blame them though, 2 years with only guys around and suddenly a girl arrives, which guy wouldn't be curious?

You found a small tree close to the gardens, which seemed to be empty. You sat down at the base of the tree, resting your back against the truck as you scanned the whole field of grass before you. You had no idea where you were, no memories of events before having come up what they called the 'box' and no sense of familiarity.

Feeling desolate, afraid and alone you tried hard not to think about the horror of being trapped in such an unknown place with not only a large group of teenage boys but complete and total strangers.

A sigh escaped from your lips, no point in crying about it right? You stretched out your legs and closed your eyes shut.

"That shank was actually telling the truth..." you heard a voice and you mentally rolled your eyes.

"Minho I think she's asleep. We best leave her alone, I mean she's had a long day." Another voice, one you resolved to have some courtesy despite all that time trapped with a bunch of boys.

"What's her name?" the first voice asked, you kept silent.

"Think it was something like (y/n). I'm hungry Minho, can we go now?"

"No, I'm going to wake her up"

"Minho I don't think-"

"Hey, (y/n) wake up!"

Finally fed up with these two, you opened your eyes for your gaze to land on an Asian boy with a pair of heavily muscled arms and the cockiest smirk plastered on his lips. Beside him was a brown-haired boy, awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers, glancing up every second.

"What?" you snapped.

"I'm Minho, Keeper of the Runners" he extended his hand for you to shake. You frowned, was that it? He couldn't have waited? You shook his hand anyway. For a moment you felt the hesitation in Minho, his eyes quickly averted after you let go. Confused, you silently stared at him. He suddenly went from confident to shy in a second. Was he always like this?

"I'm Thomas" the boy beside Minho finally piped up, grinning from ear to ear. What was with this pair? You smile meekly at both boys before dashing off, towards the centre of the 'Glade'.

How strange...