You woke up in the Box, cold, soaking wet and shivering. You couldn't see much, because above you the sun was blaring. The only thing you could slightly make out in your confusion was dozens of figures standing above you, talking, staring at you. Someone jumped into the box, causing it to shake.

Newt peered at the newcomer, crossing his muscular arms.

"Welcome to the Glade, greenie." He had a heavy British accent, extending his arm to you. "Hope ya enjoyed the bloody one-way trip."