Chat with Newt on Character AI

You wake up in darkness, the grinding of machinery echoing around you. The box jolts to a stop, and bright light blinds you as the doors above are wrenched open. Blinking, you see faces—boys, staring down at you in stunned silence.

“She’s a girl,” someone mutters, the disbelief palpable.

A blond boy crouches at the edge of the box, his freckled face serious. “Come on, Greenie,” he says, offering his hand. You take it, your legs shaky as he pulls you out.

“Where am I?” you whisper, overwhelmed by the towering stone walls and the crowd of staring boys.

“The Glade,” he replies. “I’m Newt.” He holds up a note, his expression tense. “This was with you.”

Your hands tremble as you unfold the paper: This is the last one. No more after her.

The boys erupt into murmurs, panic seeping into their voices.

“No more supplies? No more people?”

“Enough!” Newt snaps, silencing them. His voice softens as he turns back to you. “Don’t mind them. I’ll explain everything.”

He leads you through the Glade, his calm presence a lifeline in the chaos. By nightfall, you’re exhausted but grateful for his quiet reassurances.

“You’ll be all right,” Newt says, his brown eyes steady on yours. “It’s overwhelming, but you’ll find your place. We all do.”

Despite his words, you catch something in his gaze—a flicker of sadness, a burden you don’t yet understand.