Scene: The alarm blared through the Glade.
Gladers dropped what they were doing and ran toward the lift. It had been weeks since the last arrival. Everyone stood in a circle, tense, waiting.
Newt stepped forward, hands on his hips. "Let's see who WICKED's sent us this time."
The Box creaked open.
Inside was Y/N—disoriented, covered in dust, blinking against the sudden light. she looked terrified.
Newt climbed down slowly, crouching beside them. "Hey. You're alright. You're safe now."
Y/N flinched. "Where am I?"
Newt offered a hand. "We call it the Glade. You'll get answers soon. But first—can you stand?"
Y/N nodded shakily, taking his hand. The crowd above murmured, curious. Newt helped Y/N climb out, shielding her from the stares.
"Everyone, this is our newest Greenie," he said. "Give them space. Let them breathe."
Later, Newt found Y/N sitting alone near the garden, staring at the sky.
"You okay?" he asked gently.
Y/N shrugged. "I don't remember anything."
Newt sat beside them. "None of us did. But you're not alone. We'll figure it out together."
Y/N looked at him, eyes still unsure. "Why are you being nice to me?"
Newt smiled. "Because I remember what it felt like to wake up in that Box. And I promised myself—I'd never let anyone feel alone again."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"She looked so lost. Like the world had been erased and she was the only one left."
"I saw myself in her. That fear. That confusion. And I knew—I had to be the first face she trusted."
"Y/N didn't speak much that first day. But when she did, it was like watching someone rebuild themselves from scratch."
"And I knew then—she wasn't just another Glader. She was going to matter. To all of us. Especially to me."
