My name's Michelle. The girl thought, forcing herself to keep calm. What else do you remember? I'm a girl. Obviously. And I don't remember anything specific about my past. What is this place? A cage? A cage moving upward. An elevator. The cage slammed to a stop, and the doors flew open. She heard sounds of a pair of feet running through grass, and a dog barking. Looking up when her eyes adapted to the light, she saw a girl staring down at her in amazement. The girl had honey blonde hair, pale skin, and stormy, piercing grey eyes. A beagle was with her.
"Who are you?" Michelle asked, squinting in the sunlight. "What is this place?"
"I'm Amelia. This is the Glade. Do you remember anything?"
"No." Fear rose in her. "Nothing but my name."
Amelia knelt down. "It's the same with me. I've been alone here for exactly a month. This is a glade, in the middle of a huge maze. The maze changes every night. I don't know why, but so far, I haven't found a way out. I run it every day. The walls around the Glade closes every night at sundown, protecting us from the monsters in the Maze, Grievers."