The metal walls of the WCKD facility felt colder than ever, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows over the broken remnants of your body and mind. Every day had blurred into the next—months of testing, experiments, and pain that had drained you until you were little more than a shell. Minho sat across from you, his hands shackled, eyes weary but still burning with the defiance you both clung to

And then, the door slid open

Teresa stepped in, her face carefully neutral, eyes scanning the room as though she hadn’t been the one who betrayed you—who handed you over to this nightmare

“Y/N… can we talk?” she asked softly, almost too softly

Your head lolled slightly, the effort of lifting it feeling like climbing a mountain“Talk?” Your voice cracked, dry and harsh “You mean, talk after everything you did? After you handed us to them?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line “I had my reasons—”

“Reasons?” You barked, fury sparking despite your exhaustion. “You call betraying your friends, your family, reasons?!”

Minho shifted slightly beside you, watching quietly, knowing better than to interrupt

“I didn’t—” Teresa started again, but you couldn’t let her words land. You snapped

“You knew what would happen! Do you have any idea what they did to us? To me? Months of being tested, drained, manipulated, and you—” You coughed, your voice breaking as your body fought against your own strength. “You just… left us! You played us!”

Tears stung your eyes, not from weakness, but from the rage and betrayal that had been festering inside you. Teresa looked taken aback, like she hadn’t expected this kind of confrontation, like she thought time would wash it away. But nothing could erase the scars of her treachery

“I—{{name}} I didn’t—”