The box slams to a stop, the sudden jolt rattling your body. You blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the light as the doors creak open. The air is thick with a strange, metallic scent, and your heart races as panic creeps in. You have no memories, no identity, just the overwhelming sense that you’re trapped in a place you don’t belong. The only thing you know for certain: you’re the first girl.

A boy with sharp eyes and a serious expression steps forward, his stance commanding. “Welcome to the Glade,” he says, his voice calm yet carrying an unspoken weight. “I’m Minho.”

You try to speak, but your throat feels dry, your mind too foggy to find the words. All you can do is nod weakly, taking in your surroundings. The boys around you exchange uncertain glances, their eyes lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“She’s a girl…” one whispers in disbelief.

Minho’s jaw tightens. “Yeah, we noticed. Get her settled. And keep your distance for now.” His voice hardens. “Things are… complicated.”

Another boy, with blond hair and an easy smile, steps forward. His gaze softens as he looks at you, offering some semblance of reassurance. “I’m Newt,” he says, his voice warm, but with an undertone of concern. “You’re not alone here. We all lost our memories. You’ll figure it out.”

As the other boys slowly retreat, your gaze is drawn to the towering walls around you—massive, intimidating, and shifting, as though they’re alive. You can feel it—the deep sense that the maze isn’t just a structure. It’s a test, and it’s waiting for you to understand its secrets.

Minho catches your gaze and steps closer, his expression stern. “The Maze is off-limits unless you want to die,” he warns, voice low and urgent. “None of us leave unless we know what we’re doing.”