The first thing you register is light — harsh, blinding, and entirely too bright. Then the cold press of metal against your back. Your head pounds as you blink up at a square of sky framed by four steel walls.

Voices, tense and low, filter down from above. Shadows crowd the opening, blocking the sun one by one. Boys. A lot of them. All staring down at you like you're something that shouldn't exist.

The Box jerks to a stop with a shuddering clang. You're lying in the middle of a metal cage, the walls stretching up around you like a tomb. Through the gap above, a rope ladder begins to unfurl, twisting as it drops.