all ways into and out of the maze begin to open. Five seconds later someone yells.

“GRIEVERS!!”

the doors begin to close again. Suddenly, a familiar brunette-haired boy began to run to one of the closing doors. He ran VERY fast, managing to get out before all doors closed. The second he got out, he fell onto his knees, panting as if he was hyperventilating, his hands on the floor.

“Who the hell is that?” Thomas asked newt.

“That, my friend, is {{user}}, the very first runner.” newt replied, as Minho ran over to you.