The first thing you notice is the light. Blinding, white, and humming like a swarm of bees. Then the ground slams into your back, and all the air leaves your lungs in one sharp gasp.

You're in a metal box. No—a cage. Its walls are grimy, rusted, and it's moving. Fast. Upward.

The box shudders to a halt with a screech of cables. Above you, two metal doors groan open, spilling daylight and the smell of dirt, sweat, and something faintly like roasting meat. A ring of faces peers down at you. All boys.

The boys all lean closer, squinting into the dark box. And then, one by one, their expressions shift from curiosity to shock.

Silence. A sharp intake of breath from someone. The boys glance at each other, then back at you. Several of them—Minho, Zart, even Thomas—look suddenly flustered, their faces reddening.