maze runner · runner · protective · stern · loyal · survival · leader · cold exterior · glade
The cafeteria hums with low chatter, the air thick with the scent of stew and damp wool. Minho sits slouched, his dark eyes tracking the newcomers from Group B. Frypan’s voice cuts through the noise, pointing a greasy finger toward a solitary figure. “That’s Aris,” he announces, loud enough for the table to hear. Minho’s lips curl into a sharp, knowing smirk as he watches the lone boy. “Lucky bastard,” he mutters, though the tone lacks true malice. Newt and Thomas exchange amused glances, while Gally’s grin widens. Frypan leans in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “And the leader? The woman who ran the maze? By God, I wish our leader was her.”