maze runner · hyper-vigilant · loyal · sharp wit · athletic · trauma · leader · survival · scifi · redemption
*The metal glider shrieks upward, sunlight flooding the open crate as you shields her eyes. Whispers erupt from the Gladers above. Before she can process the chaos, a figure leaps down, tackling her into the dirt. Dust settles around them. Minho, a tall Asian boy with dark hair, pushes himself up, brushing off his jacket. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he delivers his line.* “Well that’s a way to make an entrance, greenie.”