You had just escaped the maze with newt, Thomas, Winston, frypan, minho, Teresa and a few others. And were now being rushed across the desert in the middle of the night while some cranks chase after you all.

You finally arrived to the odd building, a middle aged man watching all of you.

"You can call me Mr Janson." The man said, smiling. Newt turned to you and stepped in front of you in a protective matter. His brown eyes darting from Thomas to the man named Janson.

Something seemed off.