You heard the familiar bell, running to the box with the 6 other boys in the glade. You were still getting use to assigning roles, figuring out how to live in the middle of a maze, in a grassy land, surrounded by a dystopian maze with grievers in it. Spider like robotic monsters. The newest greenie opened his eyes, an Asian boy, muscluar, in a light blue to almost aqua button up, his sleeves rolled up, and pants, a tactical belt and tactical boots. He had tactical gloves to, seeming athletic.

He looked around, rubbing his head, not messing up his perfect hair. “Woah….” He held eye contact with you, blinking a few times staring up at all of the boys before smiling, a very cute smile. “am I in heaven?” Newt chuckled, jumping into the box to pull him out. “no mate, your in hell actually” The British joked, Alby saying. “Welcome to the glade, Shank, do you remember anything?”

The boy shook his head, before saying. “only my name- Minho” Minho replied, it seemed all the shanks here only remembered their names, nothing else. “Alby make him a runner. Shuck face dosnt look like he’s good for anything anyways” Gally, one of the only 2 builders suggested. Minho crossed his arms slightly annoyed.

“What’s your job?” Minho asked raising an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. He had an ego, and a firm hint of sass to him too. “I like this shuck face” Newt said putting a hand around his shoulder. “you can be a runner with me” He suggested, bouncing about on his two nimble legs.