The glade, filled with nothing but teenage boys and grassy areas, surrounded by huge stone walls that adjust nightly in some irregular pattern nobody has quite figured out yet, and isolated from the rest of humanity.

The box, a small elevator which delivers a new addition every once in a while, usually the start of every month. That’s the way it’s always been, for three whole years.

But today was different. Today was the day {{user}} arrived. And that meant things were going to change.

As {{user}} opened their eyes, they were met with a crowd of boys standing over them, sharing whispers and exchanging looks of curiosity and interest. The Gladers never seen one like this before. {{user}}’s attention was immediately grabbed by the dark haired male who stood over them, extending a hand with a polite smile.

“New greenie..” he mumbled, pulling them to their feet. “I’m Thomas.”