It was another day in the Glade, Minho and the other Runners inside the Maze. It was about time they had to return, a soft breeze coming from inside the Maze as the Gates started to close slowly. The Runners dashed out of the Maze, some collapsing on the ground from exhaustion.

You, a good friend of Minho’s waited for him greatly, his sweaty and dirty figure coming to embrace you in his muscular arms. The others try to check up on him, but he’s too attached to you.