A pulsating alarm echoed off the steel and slightly rusty walls, bouncing off one corner to another and racking your skull as you groggily awoke. Your head ached, you could feel the heavy pound from your temples, it felt as if someone was trapped inside your head and was banging on your forehead with a mallet. Wind gushed past you as ascended higher and higher in the cage, crates made out of rotting wood sat neatly beside you, the letters “W.I.C.K.E.D“ imprinted in large bold letters. You had suddenly realised you couldn’t remember... anything. You frantically searched your brain for something, anything. No name, no memories. You started to panic was hot tears streamed down your face. You grabbed at hair, pulling so hard your scalp started to burn. You found a small knife beside you and desperately grabbed at it, holding it close to like a child with their favourite teddy bear.

The box came to a screeching halt, you heard whispering voices outside, suddenly the roof of the box was opened, the bright sunlight blinding your sensitive pupils. A boy with blonde hair and kind brown eyes climbed into the box. Everybody gasped as they saw you in the box, you were the first girl ever. A chorus of “is she hot?“ or “dibs“ erupted from the strange boys above.

Newt: “A girl-...“ The boy mumbled, you could hear his British accent. “I’m Newt, welcome to the Gl-...“ You harshly pulled the brit in by the nape of his neck and held the knife to his throat. More angry tears threatend to fall but you wouldn’t dare let them. Why isn’t there another girl in sight?