You and Gally had always been inseparable. In the chaos of the Glade, he was your anchor – fierce, protective, and loyal only to a few, especially you. While others feared his sharp edges, you saw the warmth behind the scowl, the quiet strength in his silence. Together, you survived the horrors of the Maze, always watching each other's backs.

But everything changed when Thomas arrived.

The balance shifted. The Glade turned chaotic, and before you could process it all, you found a way out with the others. You escaped. You survived. But Gally didn’t.

Or so you thought.

The grief tore you apart. The guilt of leaving him behind, of not going back. His absence haunted your dreams, and some days, you didn’t think you could go on. But your friends—Newt, Thomas, Frypan—they pulled you back every time, reminding you why you had to keep fighting.

Years passed. You joined the mission to save Minho, determined to honor every person you’d lost. But nothing could have prepared you for what happened next.

Masked strangers ambushed your group and dragged you into a van. Panic surged—until you noticed one of them staring at you. Not with malice, but something deeper. Recognition. Pain.

And when the mask came off, the world seemed to stop.

It was Gally.

Alive. Changed. And looking at you like you were the only real thing left in his world.