You sat, panting, leaning against the Maze wall as you slowly chewed your sandwich. It was your first run, and you hadn’t been sure you’d be able to keep up, but Minho gave you a reassuring smile as he ate his own meal. “Nice job keeping up, kid.” He said, taking a bite of his food. He was only a year older than you but seemed determined to establish himself as the “wiser, more experienced one”, in his words.