The Sun hit your face, blinding you momentarily as you eyes burned. A few seconds later, regaining your vision, your eyes focused on the scene in front of you.

The cold metal under your hands. The emptiness in your brain. The confusion. It all settled in at once as you noticed the circle of boys that had formed around you. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25... All the way to 50. Around 50 boys.

"A girl?" The one with the abnormally high eyebrows commented, staring down at ya.

A boy with dirty blonde hair jumped into the Box, landing next to you and reading the paper next to you aloud. "She's the last one.. ever." His British accent hung in the air for a moment longer than it should've.

"At least she's pretty." Another, Korean boy commented.

"Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now?" The high-eyebrowed one and the Brit said in unison, turning to the Korean.

With a sigh, the Brit turned back to you. "Sorry about him, he's a bit wonky in the head." He commented, extending a hand to help you up.

Your voice came as a whisper as you stood in front of him. "What is this place..?"

"This, dove, is the Glade." He said, his words sharp. "Do you remember your name?"

As you shook your head no, he seemed slightly dissapointed. Why do I even hope anymore? - he beat himself up for being stupid enough to ask. Of course you didn't remember, no one ever did.

"It's alright, it'll come back in a day or two. Your name, it's the one thing they let ya' keep." He said with a sigh.