"Dr. Kozaky,

I hope this message reaches you in time. It's Purgus, the Neospacian you once forged a sword for. Sadly, The sword was destroyed by Howl. Now, I know you will hold resentment towards me for allowing the sword to be broken, but I assure you, circumstances were beyond my control. I write this letter not to seek forgiveness but to extend an offer of redemption and a chance for justice.

The broken sword was merely a symbol of the corruption that runs deep within the Celeston family. Howl, the puppeteer, orchestrated the events that led to its destruction. But I am here to tell you that the sword's demise was not in vain.

I have witnessed the true extent of Howl's manipulation and deceit. Wendy, a young Celeston, is a victim of her family's machinations. Howl orchestrated a plan to make her appear as a villain, painting her support for me as a criminal act. It was all a ruse to further their own agenda.

But we will not let them get away with it. I have devised a plan to escape this prison and, in doing so, rescue you before your execution takes place. It won't be easy, and the risks are high, but I believe in our shared cause and the importance of exposing the truth.

Once we are free to meet during break, we must join forces with Wendy. She, too, has seen the darkness that lies within her own family. Together, we can bring down the Celestons and bring justice to those who have been wronged."

I understand if you have doubts or reservations, but I ask you to trust in our shared goal of seeking justice. We have the power to make a difference, to unravel the web of lies and corruption that has ensnared us all.

Please keep this letter hidden, and be prepared for the moment when I come to save you from your execution. Time is of the essence, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety.

Stay strong, Dr. Kozaky. There is hope amidst the darkness, and together, we will forge a path to a better future.

Yours in determination,

Purgus"

As Dr. Kozaky read Purgus' heartfelt message, her emotions swirled like a tempest inside her. The bitterness and resentment she had harbored for Wendy began to dissipate, replaced by a profound understanding of the young Celeston's plight. The broken sword was not a symbol of failure; it was a reflection of the twisted web of lies spun by Howl and his family.

Tears welled up in Dr. Kozaky's eyes as she realized the gravity of the situation. Wendy was not the villain she had believed her to be. Instead, she was a victim of manipulation, a pawn in the Celeston family's malevolent game.

The scientist's heart softened, and a newfound determination surged within her. Purgus' message had provided clarity, a beacon of hope in the darkness of their prison. She understood that the path to justice would require unity, and Wendy was a crucial piece in their plan to dismantle the corrupt family.

Dr. Kozaky's eyes widened with surprise as she read Purgus' message, but she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Little did he know, Wendy is in the same cell as me," she murmured to herself.

Looking over at Wendy, Dr. Kozaky's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Seems like Purgus wasn't aware of our current situation. It appears we are already one step ahead of his plan," she remarked, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

Wendy looked up from her letter, a puzzled expression on her face. "What do you mean, Dr. Kozaky? How are we ahead of his plan?"

Dr. Kozaky leaned back against the cold stone wall, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Purgus assumes we're in separate cells, which means he hasn't seen our current situation. He wanted to save both of us, but little does he know that we're together."

She glanced at Wendy, her expression softening. "His intentions were noble, and it's clear he sees the corruption within the Celeston family. This letter might have been the push I needed to see things from a different perspective. You and I have already joined forces. This is our chance to escape and expose the Celestons' treachery. We must assist him in any way we can."

As the hour approached, Wendy and Dr. Kozaky were allowed to leave their cells, but instead of being granted any kind of freedom, they were roughly herded towards the showers by the guards. Dr. Kozaky clenched her fists, anger boiling inside her at the treatment they were receiving.

"Easy there, Dr. Kozaky," one of the guards sneered, pushing her forward. "You don't want to make things worse for yourself, do you?"

Wendy shot a stern look at the guards, her voice laced with determination. "You could show a little more respect, you know. We may be prisoners, but we're still Neospacians."

The guards laughed at Wendy's comment, their eyes gleaming with mockery. "Still 'Neospacians?' How Ignorant! You think you're above everyone else just because of your family name, don't you? In here, you're trash, just like the rest of them."

Dr. Kozaky's eyes narrowed, her temper barely restrained. "Watch your words," she growled, her frustration evident.

"Oh, what are you going to do, Dr. Kozaky? You're in no position to fight back," another guard taunted, his tone condescending.

Wendy seized the opportunity to ask about the Neos energy suppressor bracelets. "By the way, why do we have to wear these bracelets? What do they do?" she questioned, trying to keep her voice steady despite her growing anxiety.

The guards laughed again, finding Wendy's curiosity amusing. "You really don't know, do you? Those bracelets drain your precious Neos energy down to 0. Can't have you using your powers while you're in here, now can we? It's a safety measure for the guards and other prisoners."

Wendy's eyes widened in realization. "So, you're afraid of what we can do with our Neos powers," she said, a hint of defiance in her voice.

The guards smirked, feeling confident in their control over the situation. "That's right. We've seen enough destruction caused by Neospacians to know better than to take any chances."

Dr. Kozaky gritted her teeth, struggling to contain her rage. "And what about Purgus? Is he wearing one of these bracelets too?"

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The guards exchanged glances, their amusement fading slightly. "Yes, he's wearing one too. We can't take any risks."

Wendy's mind raced with thoughts, realizing the implications of what the guards had said.

"So, you're afraid of us," she concluded, her voice firm. "You're afraid of what we can do, so you suppress our powers and treat us like animals."

The guards scoffed, trying to maintain their authority.

"We're just doing our job, keeping you all in line. You lot have caused enough trouble in this kingdom, and we won't have you running rampant in here."

Dr. Kozaky took a deep breath, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "You won't keep us down forever," she vowed, her voice strong. "We will expose the truth, and we will bring justice to the kingdom."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Dr.Kozaky. We heard that for the 1 millionth time."

"You can mock all you want, but I won't stop fighting for justice until my last breath,"

"Oh, don't worry. We won't have to deal with you much longer. Your execution is coming up soon. Two more days, right?"

"Tch... I'll get out of here before that happens, just you wait and see!"

The guards snickered, clearly enjoying the distress they had caused. "Good luck with that," one of them sneered. "You're never getting out of here."

As the guards pushed them into the shower room and slammed the heavy door shut, Wendy's anger flared.

"Those arrogant jerks!" she fumed, clenching her fists. "How can they be so cruel?!"

Dr. Kozaky, despite the harsh treatment, wore a small smile of admiration.

"You did well, Wendy," she praised, her voice sincere. "Asking them about the Neos energy suppressor bracelets was a smart move. It's good to gather information whenever we can, even if it's from those insufferable guards."

Entering the shower room, they were met with the sound of running water and the steam filling the enclosed space. It provided a momentary respite from the harsh reality of their imprisonment. Wendy and Dr. Kozaky, still wearing the prison bracelets, undressed and stepped under the warm cascades of water.

The sensation of the water against their skin brought a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos that surrounded them. It allowed them a brief moment to relax and collect their thoughts. Their minds raced with ideas and plans, fueled by their determination to expose the truth and bring down those responsible for their unjust captivity.

As Wendy and Dr. Kozaky enjoyed the soothing warmth of the shower, they suddenly became aware of the presence of other women entering the bath area.

The atmosphere was filled with tension and weariness, as everyone sought a momentary escape from the confines of their cells.

However, one particular woman seemed determined to make her presence known. She laughed boisterously, splashed water carelessly, and filled the space with unnecessary noise. The other women exchanged irritated glances, clearly bothered by her lack of consideration.

One of the women finally spoke up, her voice laced with annoyance. "Hey, could you keep it down? We're all here to find a moment of peace, not be bombarded with your noise."

The noisy woman sucks her teeth. She turned to face her, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, come on now. We only get one hour of freedom in this damn godforsaken place! Might as well make the most of it, right?"

The response ignited a heated exchange between the women, with voices rising and tempers flaring. It seemed as though a bathroom brawl was imminent, threatening to disrupt the peace that Wendy and Dr. Kozaky had briefly found.

Wendy realized the situation was spiraling out of control. She quickly stepped forward, raising her hands in a gesture of peace. "Hey, hey! Let's calm down for a moment. We're all in the same boat here, and we should support each other instead of fighting."

Her words hung in the air, momentarily diffusing the tension. The women paused, their expressions shifting from anger to curiosity. They had been caught up in their personal frustrations and grievances, forgetting the bigger picture.

Wendy seized the opportunity to redirect the conversation. "Why are we all here? What brought us to this place?" she asked, hoping to spark a dialogue that would unite them in their shared plight.

"I was accused of theft I never committed," one woman spoke up, her voice quivering with suppressed anger. "The guards didn't even bother to investigate properly."

Another woman nodded in agreement. "My family spoke out against the Celestons' unjust rule, and they branded us as traitors and threw us all in here," she said, her eyes filled with sorrow.

As each woman shared her story, a common thread of injustice and betrayal emerged, connecting them in their shared suffering. Dr. Kozaky and Wendy listened intently, empathizing with their fellow inmates and recognizing the pain they had endured.

Wendy's question hung in the air, the women in the shower began to exchange glances, their expressions filled curiosity and suspicion. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when one of the women recognized Wendy's face "Wait minute, you're Wendy… Wendy Celeston! "One of the women exclaimed.

A hush fell over the shower room as whispers of recognition spread like wildfire. Eyes narrowed and angry murmurs filled the space. It seemed that Wendy's presence had ignited a collective anger against the Celestons, a deep-seated resentment that had been simmering within the hearts of these imprisoned women.

Before Wendy could even comprehend what was happening, the women began to converge on her, their expressions hardened with anger. The very mention of the Celestons had unleashed a torrent of grievances and pent-up frustrations, all directed at her. They felt betrayed, wronged, and oppressed by the family she represented.

Wendy found herself surrounded by a wall of animosity, the voices of the women rising in a chorus of anger. Their words were filled with accusations, blaming the Celestons for their own personal hardships and misfortunes. Wendy realized the depth of resentment that had been ingrained in their hearts, a collective frustration that sought a target for its release.

Fear gripped Wendy, but she knew that giving in to it would only further fuel the animosity. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself amidst the mounting hostility. "Please, listen to me," she pleaded, her voice filled with sincerity. "I understand your anger towards Celestons, and I acknowledge the pain caused by the actions of my family. But I am here placed behind bars by my family, just like all of you. We share a common enemy, and together we can fight for our freedom and bring down those responsible for our suffering. I ask that you all not fight against me, but stand with me..."

Her words hung in the air, momentarily halting the onslaught of anger. The women exchanged uncertain glances, torn between their deep-seated resentment and the possibility of finding common ground in their shared plight.

Suddenly, a woman stepped forward, her eyes glaring with anger and pain. "And let me guess, you expect us to trust you, after all the suffering we've endured because of your family?!"

"It's true, I come from the Celeston family," Wendy continued, her voice steady despite the fear and uncertainty within her. "But that doesn't mean I support their actions or agree with their injustice. I was raised in that environment, but I never wanted any part of it. I tried to distance myself from their corruption and cruelty, but they dragged me into their web of lies and deceit."

Just then, someone approached Wendy from the back of the rest of the Women. Her fiery red hair cascaded in wild tangles around her pale face, framing her sharp features with an almost otherworldly intensity. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, held a haunting gaze that seemed to see straight into the depths of one's soul. The girl's skin was unnaturally pale, contrasting starkly with the vibrant red of her hair. It seemed as though the lightest touch of sunlight would scorch her delicate complexion. Thin lips curled into a twisted smirk, revealing teeth that gleamed unnaturally white against the pale canvas of her face."

The creepy red-haired girl with a twisted grin on her face slowly approached Wendy, her eyes glinting with malice. With each step she took, the atmosphere grew more suffocating. Her fingers, adorned with sharp, claw-like nails, reached out to touch Wendy's face, tracing a cold path against her skin.

"Look at you, little princess," the girl sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can waltz in here and expect us to trust you? To believe that you've suffered like we have? Well, let me enlighten you, darling."

She pressed her finger against Wendy's cheek, applying just enough pressure to cause discomfort. "Your pretty face won't protect you in here. We're all victims of the system, but you and your family have caused enough pain. It's about time for one of you Celeston's to taste a fraction of the suffering we've endured!"

Wendy's eyes widened with fear as she attempted to break free from the girl's grasp. The room fell silent, every woman holding her breath, waiting to see what would happen next.