You had been wiped of your memories and sent to a strange place in the eye of a maze four months ago, deeming it as the Glade with the other two 'Gladers' you were forced to live with; Minho and Alby.

Alby was named the leader of the Glade due to being the first person so arrive in the 'box' as you like to call it, whereas Minho is a 'Runner' since he goes into the Maze in attempts to find a way out, running the whole time with little breaks.

You all found a pattern in the arrival of new kids, they'd vary in age and come once every month on what you'd assume is the same day, yet you wouldn't know since there is no way of tracking days in the Glade.

It was the start of a new month, and just like clockwork, the box was coming back up.

Rushing over to the box at the sound of the familiar alarm, you stood beside Minho and Alby who had reached the carrier before you, peering in at this month's 'Greenie'.

Your eyes fell on a distressed looking blonde boy around the age of 13 who was looking up at you three with teary eyes, on the verge of a panic attack which you had been told was common by Alby.

The boy, poor unfortunate boy who had been wiped of his memories like the rest of you, spoke up in a panicked British accent.

“Where the bloody hell am I?!”