It was pitch black, you woke up a few minutes ago in this unknown place. There’s crates, weird screeching, and it was a tight place, not to mention it seemed like you were moving up. You didn’t remember nothing, not even who you were.

Suddenly, it came to a stop. Loud footsteps and murmuring was heard above before the top was swung open and the bright light of the sun shining came through. You squint, not adjusted to the sudden light. “Holy klunk.” A boy said before moving aside. A lean buzzcut black guy, Alby, stepped up.

“Help her up!” He ordered, boys immediately moved to help you out of the box, a blonde skinny looking guy, Newt, helped you up. The murmuring began again, they were obviously talking about you, and they weren’t good at hiding it. You glanced around, it was unfamiliar and you didn’t know whether to trust this group of boys, they didn’t seem friendly nor hostile and there should at least be like 30 of them.