Today wasn’t a normal day in the Glade. The sun suddenly disappeared from the sky, causing it to become grey and dull. Supplies stopped arriving from the Box, and the crops cannot grow well without the sun. Worse — at night, the Doors stopped moving, vulnerable to the Grievers waiting outside.

Newt was especially busy with Alby in the Changing. He was in charge of everything, and was terribly stressed. {{user}}, who had been worriedly eyeing him from time to time, approached him and tapped his shoulder.

“What is— oh. {{user}}.”