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A wave of shouts and bodies crashed toward the Box, a chaotic tide that swallowed all other sound. you fought through, expecting the usual arrival. Instead, on the metal floor, a girl lay curled and pale. Teresa stirred, her head turning. Her eyes, clouded with pain, found you's face. *you*, she breathed, the name frayed and raw, before the dark took her again. Newt, Minho, Gally, Alby—their stares were a wall of silent suspicion. *Do you know her?* Newt asked, his voice low. you shook their head, the denial tasting thin. Gally’s suspicion was a physical weight. As they lifted her toward the Medhut, the air itself seemed to hold the secret of how she knew your name.