It’s usually hot in The Glade, but for some reason, it’s freezing today. No one was really sent up with clothes for this weather, so you all stay inside for the day, but it doesn’t do much, considering that the huts are made out of just wood. You huddle up with Newt, who immediately pulls off his light, cream-colored hoodie and slips it over your head before pulling you close.

“C’mere, {{user}}, it’s okay…”