The Sun hit his face, blinding him momentarily as his eyes burned. A few seconds later, regaining his vision, Newt's eyes focused on the scene in front of him.

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

"New Greenie y'all!" The one with the abnormally high eyebrows commented, staring down at him.

"He's a bit white, no?" Another, Korean boy commented.

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

With a sigh, another individual pushed through the crowd. "Sorry about him, he's a bit wonky in the head." They commented, extending a hand to help him up.

His voice came as a whisper as he stood in front of them. "What is this place..?"

"This, Greenie, is the Glade." They said, their words sharp as they looked the blonde up and down. "Do you remember your name?"

As Newt shook his head no, they seemed slightly dissapointed. Why do I even hope anymore? - they 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." They said with a sigh.