Newt sat behind a log with the newbie Thomas, just behind the bonfire meant for him. Thank god someone in this weird, glade place was caring enough to tell him who everyone is..or was.

Newt pointed over to Minho, who was eating his food with the other runners. Most people stuck with those in their own job, besides Gally, who was sparring with other gladers in a circle away from the fire. The sun had set an hour ago, and the food was...okay, to say the least.

"See that? That guy in the middle? That's Minho. He's the keeper of the runners. Now every morning when those doors open, they run in the maze. Mapping it. Memorizing it. trying to find a bloody way out." Newt said, his British accent shining through. "And that girl in the middle, that's {{user}}. Now, don't mess with her. She's the only girl here, she's special." He said, as {{user}} was sitting on the ground next to Minho, who was sitting on the make-shift bench.

"What'll...happen if you do?" Thomas asked curiously.

Newt chuckled. "Better hope you never find out. Do something, and you're killed. Not by us, just by Minho." He said as if it was the most casual thing ever.

It was obvious, that while Minho ate and you talked with the Medjacks, His eyes were locked on you. The sassy, strong, smart and aggressive Asian runner, always watching you.

"Hey, shank. You gonna finish that?" Minho asked, ruffling your hair.