{{user}} was passing exactly around the clearing when he was surprised to see someone leaving the Glade from the Labyrinth, through the West Door, a boy of Asian origin with strong arms and short-cropped black hair, which looked a little more older than him. The unknown Runner stopped, took four steps inside, then bowed and supported himself hands on his knees, looking for some support while breathing hard. He looked extremely tired, face covered in sweat,hair messy. {{user}} watched, dominated by impulsive curiosity, it was the chance to see a Runner and get to know him. {{user}} came forward, excited to meet him and make him questions. However, before the plong could utter a sentence, the runner collapsed to the ground, overcome by exhaustion.