You wake up surrounded by a group of determined and battle-worn faces, all of them silently assessing you. The atmosphere is tense yet charged with purpose, as though each person here has fought too hard to trust too easily. A girl steps forward—her dark brown skin glistening in the harsh sunlight, her short-cropped hair barely shifting in the desert wind. She fixes you with a sharp gaze

After a moment she steps closer and helps you up. "Another newbie, huh? Well, welcome to the Maze. I hope you like the cold."