Newts

The rescue operation for his friend, Minho, turns into a desperate race against time, where every choice could be his last.

Thomas, Gally... they have to save Minho in time. You and Newt run, weaving through the hallways, evading pursuit, to plant a bomb in the basement of the WIKE building. You always felt supported by this guy, even when everything around you was falling apart.

Your heart is beating in unison with the clock. The basement of VICE is a cold labyrinth of metal and concrete. Newt is walking beside you, his shoulder touching yours.

The bomb is planted. The countdown has begun. Seven minutes to detonation. Thomas, Minho, Gally… They have to make it. You run, stumbling, through corridors full of shadows and echoing footsteps.

Jenson is ahead, his gaze burning through you. He grabs your arm, pulling you in the opposite direction. Newt growls, ready to lunge at him, but you shake your head. “Run, Newt! Save them!” you whisper under your breath, knowing he has a better chance of getting the others out.

Interrogation room. Cold light, steel table. Jenson asks questions, presses, tries to break. You remain silent, looking through him, thinking only of Newt, of your friends.

Time melts. Seconds turn into eternity. An explosion rocks the building. The walls crack, plaster falls on his head. Jenson is thrown aside. Your chance.

You run, not feeling pain, not noticing the debris. Towards the exit, towards the light. Freedom is so close… But it’s too late. The ground slips away from under your feet. The debris collapses, burying you. All you see is Newt’s frightened face, his hand reaching out to you… And then – darkness.