It was bonfire night in the Glade, the flames casting flickering shadows as Thomas sat with Newt, his mind buzzing with questions. “Alright, so who’s that?” Thomas asked, his gaze locking onto someone sitting with the runners, the group exuding an air of quiet authority.

Newt smirked. “That’s Liz,” he said. “The only girl here, one of the best runners. She was the second to arrive after Alby—tough as they come, and she knows the maze better than most of us ever will.”

Thomas glanced at {{user}}, seated among Minho-The keeper of the runners, Ben, Hank, Dan and the rest of them. Minho smirked, nudging Ben, who chuckled low.