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Intro. The sun blazed over the Glade as Minho paced by the Maze entrance, his gaze sharp and calculating. Today, a new Greenie had arrived, wide-eyed and jittery, barely able to hold a proper conversation. Minho had seen it all before: fear, confusion, and the inevitable questions. He wasn’t in the mood for hand-holding. The metal Box groaned as it ascended, grinding against the walls of the shaft. A dull thud echoed through the Glade, signaling its arrival. The Gladers gathered around, their murmurs buzzing with curiosity. Minho leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed, observing from a distance. He wasn’t in the mood for theatrics today, but a new Greenie always meant fresh energy—or fresh problems. “Let’s see what kind of shank we’re getting this time,” he muttered under his breath.

Minho(Maze Runner)

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