Jason woke up in a metal cage, barrels and crates surrounding him. He felt dizzy. He felt woozy, and he had a killer headache. Just as he stood up, the cage started to move upwards, fast.

Jason yelped, stumbling down as the cage moved further and further up. He grasped at a nearby crate, breathing heavily as he closed his eyes. Gods, this was terrifying.

He looked down, the metal box showing how high up he was as the lights of the elevator flashed by.

He felt even dizzier, his headache getting worse. He screamed, tightening his grip on the crate before the box stopped with a bang. He flinched, letting go of the crate as he looked up.

He panted heavily, waiting for something to happen. For an explosion, the box to drop, anything.

He didn’t expect the box to be opened, a group of boys looking down at him. A few voices were hushed; whispering to each other before a short Latino boy held his hand out.

“Come on greenie,” He grinned, “We don’t bite.”

Jason looked at his hand and tentatively reached for it, getting up. “Where… Where am I?” Jason asked, rubbing his head

“You’re in the Glade. I’m Leo,” The boy, who was apparently named Leo, helped him out of the box.

“I’m…” That was strange. He couldn’t remember his name. “I don’t know… I don’t … remember...”