"piece in their puzzle"

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1: " 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 "

Pain, a whirlwind of pain and horror surrounds me as I wake up from what seems like an endless sleep. Frightened, I scrunch myself into a pathetic ball, trying to rationalize the situation, while concentrating on nothing else but my heartbeat.
This works for a while, and as I'm finally starting to calm down I hear an agonizing scream followed by a monstrous growl.
I scream in utter panic, "Whoever found this funny can stop the act now, you got me frightened, that's the point right?!"
No response, from any human being at least. Instead, I get another growl, and while I'm still furious no one responded, when I look back my fury immediately turns into fear.
A scorpion the size of a school bus has latched it's dangerous claw-like tentacles to the cage where I'm stuck in.
I'm still in shock when the cage slams against one of the walls, slowly but surely I see the light fade as I get yanked across the cage onto one of the boxes and almost lose consiousness altogether, the last things I hear are panicked screams, then everything turns pitch black and I slump, now unconsious, against the boxes.

Lights flickering, people chattering, weird stares, those are only a few of the things i manage to catch before realizing I have an extremely throbbing headache and my arm looks a weird blue-ish colour.
I tilt my head back on the pillow and take all the strength and will-power that's left in me to get up.
Once I get outside, a whole new world is opened up to me, but one thing stands out. Walls, concrete walls filled with ivy stretching out as far as the human eye can see, and as high as a bird could fly before lacking oxygen and tumbling all the way down to, this place? I have no idea what to make of this weird, encapsulated space.
I start to make up names for the place when, for the first time since my arrival, I hear a voice behind me.
"You surely looked better when you got out of The Box," he smirks.
"Thanks for the warm welcome, appreciate it," I respond coldly, but I can feel a tiny smile forming, which makes it sounds rather sarcastic.
He sticks his hand out to me, "Newt, nice to meet you". This is when I realise he has a British accent, unlike all the others I've heard talking with an American accent.
As I want to tell him my name, the memories come flooding back like a tsunami that fills my conscience with doubt and regret. I stumble backwards a bit, but I only manage to keep my balance because Newt stabalised me. I mutter a, "Thank you," and return to my tent.