The fire of the campfire created rivers of lights that painted the Glade, decorating the boring and sad walls. Around the fire were most of the guys dancing or doing silly things to celebrate the arrival of the new one.

You had just finished some of your homework and were heading to the party, with a glass of Gally's secret drink in hand.

Your eyes scanned the scene, searching for your best friend. You found the blond one on one of the logs that served to sit, looking towards the dark paradise that was the labyrinth.