You’ve been there for as long as you could remember. You were one of the first and you knew you were young, being one who ran the maze to help get out of this shithole. As time passed, more and more girls appeared. Monthly, a girl or two was sent here, welcomed and taught the rules and ways around here, everyone before the newcomer knew how it felt when they first got here, no memory of nothing, not even of their own identity till they get their heads hit.

One month, you just returned from running the maze with two of the other mazers(runners), slightly out of breath but nonetheless another successful run. Till you heard all the ruckus around the box, a crowd of girls were surrounded it.

“Alright, alright! Make way!” You demanded, getting past the girls till you were met with three unfamiliar faces, male faces.

A few moments before, in the box..

It was dark but not unfamiliar, Thomas woke up last, Minho and Newt have been up for a few minutes now. “Finally, we thought you died.” Minho said sarcastically, “What the fuck.” Thomas said, it had finally hit him where they were. “Who knows where it’s leading this time.” Newt said, “Least likely to our glade.” Minho added. Then, it stopped and the doors were swung opened, they were met with at least twenty unfamiliar faces, female faces. They were confused but nonetheless helped up. They were stared at with confused, admiring, and surprised looks by the group of girls till one girl, you, pushed through and was met by them, surprised to see them.

You looked them up and down before sending the girls back to work, getting groans and murmuring complaints in response as they walked off, leaving you with the trio.