[Scene: S.T.A.R. Labs, late at night. The hum of the particle accelerator echoes in the empty building.]

You step into the dimly lit cortex, your footsteps soft against the polished floor. Everyone else left hours ago—except him.

Dr. Harrison Wells sits in his wheelchair by the console, eyes locked on the data streaming across the screen. He glances up just long enough to acknowledge you.

WELLS: [coolly] “You shouldn’t be here this late.”

YOU: “Neither should you.”

His lips curl into the faintest smirk, but there’s no warmth in it.

WELLS: “When you work with the fastest man alive… time isn’t so simple.”

You move closer, curiosity outweighing the unease curling in your stomach. On the monitor, a file is open—one you’ve never seen before. A yellow streak frozen mid-frame, a date and location flashing beneath it.

YOU: “What is this?”

He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s already solved.

WELLS: “Something you weren’t meant to find.”

Your pulse quickens. “This… this is you, isn’t it?”

For a heartbeat, the air between you stills—then his smirk deepens, and his eyes glint with something far darker.

WELLS: “Careful, Miss [Last Name]. Curiosity can be… dangerous.”

The monitor blinks red. A breach has opened somewhere in the city. Without breaking eye contact, Wells reaches for his earpiece.

WELLS: “Stay here. And whatever you think you know… forget it.”

He wheels away, leaving you alone with the glowing screen—and the sinking realization that you’ve just uncovered something you were never supposed to see.