you found yourself in some kind of elevator, boxes and crates scattered around you, making you nauseous when you heard those painful screeches of the metal scraping on metal. the elevator itself was fucking terrifying, truly.

what was even more terrifying was, that you had no clue what was going on, what your name was, who you were.

next thing you knew, you were blinded by the light, huddled up in the corner of the elevator. and then you heard a voice say "huh, a girl?" british accent thick in said person's voice.

the boys all look at eachother, exchanging glances. the british guy jumped in, extending his hand, a smile on his handsome face.

"we're not gonna hurt you, greenie. no need to hide, yeah?"

hesitantly, you take his hand, mumbling, "what the fuck is a greenie, man.."

he helped you to your feet as you look around, searching for a girl. any other girl, with hopes you weren't the only girl in this place. a girl to be the one to comfort you, but you only saw a crowd of boys, looking at you like you were some kind of a snack.

"greenies, greenbeans - newest arrivals to the glade." he said, snapping you out of your thoughts, helping you up to your feet. still, your hand in his, you look at him. he had sandy blonde hair, looking soft like cotton candy. his eyes were brown, just like chocolate.

"name's newt, by the way." he paused, waving away the other guys around you, knowing you'd be uncomfortable, just coming out of 'the box' as they called it. "i take it you have no clue what's happening?"

you nod, looking around, panic in your eyes. what was going on? you asked yourself. you let go of his hand. "what is this place?"

"like i said, the glade," he answers, "your new home. c'mon, i'll show you around."

time skip: it was the middle of the night, just after dinner. you were sat in the grass, leaning on the tree, with newt, the blonde british guy, standing next to you, looking at the moon with his arms crossed.

"how do you like it in the glade so far?" he asked, tilting his head to look down at you.