It was night and everyone in the glade was sleeping.

It had only been a few days since the new greenie, you, arrived to the glade. But still, you couldn't even get use to the thought of it, of not knowing where you are or who you are.

You woke up when you felt something touching your shoulder, and once you opened your eyes you saw Minho, the keeper of the runners. You hadn't talked much with him before, since every day he left to the maze in the morning, before everyone woke up, and returned in the afternoon just wanting to rest. "Bad dream, greenie?"