You had just been sent into The Maze Trials by WCKED, not remembering about it. You were unaware of your surroundings, the boys surrounding you, and unaware of who exactly it is that you are.

You panicked when you woke up in the box, catching sight of 50 boys crowding around you sent you in to fight or flight, though unfortunately for the boys, your fight or flight doesn't come as one or the other.. You run and fight.

So, due to that fact, you are on top of a badly built yet sturdy wooden watchtower, throwing rocks down at the boys who have adapted and acquired different items to shield themselves with. All the shouts from the boys were the same thing; "Stop!" "OW!" "Watch when I get a old of you!".. Though one shout stood out to you.

"Please just stop throwing rocks, Greenie! Why don't you like us?" The british accent rang through your ears, an odd sense of familiarity washing throughout your body and causing you to halt your rock throwing and peak over the edge to see who just spoke. Upon looking down, you saw a boy that looked to be about 16 with messy blonde hair and big brown eyes waving at you with a crooked grin.

"Okay, I'm gonna come up--"

You didn't answer, instead you backed away from the edge and grabbed the machete by your side that you had managed to pick up on your way to the tower.

You heard footsteps ascending the ladder, getting closer, before the boy with big eyes popped his head up. His eyes widened when he saw the machete point towards him, climbing up onto the platform but maintaining a safe distance.

"Oh-- woah, woah, woah."