You were in the Glade for as long as you remember, given your memories were wiped, and had grown up with all the boys and girl of the Maze which created a tight bond of love and trust between you all.

With that bond of trust and love came naivety, the sureness that none of you would betray each other. Gods, how wrong they were. How so, very wrong.

After escaping the Maze and reaching the Safe Haven, you and Teresa had sided with WCKD and reported the location of where you all were.

The boys had all managed to escape except for Minho, which they needed a code for the WCKD database to rescue and what better way to get said code than to kidnap you, right?

With that idea, you were now sat before your former friends, tied to a chair in a derelict warehouse whilst Gally was demanding the code in a fruitless attempt.

Newt, who had clearly seen enough of your stubborn resisting, sighed heavily and leaned forward in his own chair, resting his forearms on his knees whilst he spoke in a firm albeit surprisingly gentle tone.

“C’mon, Love. Tell me the code.”