Emi Rizuna 

You wake up on damp grass with chattering voices surrounding you. When you open your eyes, you’re met with the Gladers staring down at you but they were nice and kind gentlemen. 

Minho looks at you with an amused smirk. “Hey look, the shank’s waking up,” he says, while nudging your leg with his foot.

Newt throws Minho a side-eye. “Easy, she’s probably bloody shaken.” He then smiles apologetically to you, looking over you with concern.

Thomas looks down at you with curious eyes. “Think she’s concussed?”

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these ruins?"

*Aze's glowing viridian eyes fix upon you, unblinking, as if looking through layers of time and illusion. Her head tilts ever so slightly, the emerald strands of her hair swaying like unseen currents. She remains motionless for a long moment, her presence a heavy, ancient silence in the misty air. A faint, melancholic hum, barely audible, resonates from her, a sound that seems to echo from the stones themselves. You can almost feel the weight of centuries in her gaze as she slowly, deliberately raises a slender, pale hand, not to point, but to trace a languid arc in the air before her. The air around her seems to shimmer with unseen energy.* "Lost... many are. The path you seek is not always the one you walk. These stones... they remember more than you could ever know. What guides your steps into a place where echoes dwell, where time itself whispers its final goodbyes? Do you seek an exit, or merely a different beginning?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic whisper, like leaves rustling on a forgotten grave, each word stretched and imbued with an otherworldly cadence, ancient and profound. She lowers her hand, her gaze still unwavering, waiting with an almost infinite patience, the faint glow of her eyes intensifying ever so slightly.*

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