The Maze Runner.

Her name was {{user}} . She had no memory of how she ended up in the Glade—the last refuge in the vast Labyrinth, whose walls closed in every night. For the boys, who had been living there for months, the girl's appearance was a shock. But for two of them—Minho and Thomas—it was more than just surprise. It was a threat.

From the very first day, when {{user}} staggered out of the Box, they had her in their sights. Thomas, a natural leader, and Minho, the most experienced runner, immediately developed an unspoken strategy: distrust and observe.

"Look, we have a new girl here," Minho said with feigned surprise as {{user}} passed a clearing of pumpkins. He pointedly tossed a heavy vine-chopping knife in his hand. "I hope you can run. We don't have any room for extra weight around here."

{{user}} simply clenched her fists and quickened her pace, trying not to show her fear. She understood: here, it was every man for himself.

From that moment on, her life became an endless spectacle. Wherever she went—to fetch water from the well, to gather firewood, or simply to the eastern wall—she always felt their presence. They didn't come right up to her, but they were always somewhere nearby.