The first morning in prison, a warden arrived to escort us to breakfast. He seemed unusually polite, addressing Ethan with great respect. I couldn’t ignore it, so I asked, "Why are you speaking to him like that?"

The warden smiled and replied, "Oh, it's because I know Sir Ethan wouldn’t do anything like what they’re accusing him of."

His confidence startled me. "How can you be so sure?" I asked.

The warden gestured proudly. "Because he’s a friend of Mr. Nero D. Wolfsbane."

I froze, caught off guard. "What? Nero? How do you know him?"

The warden's face lit up. "He's a savior. Someone who has helped more than you could imagine."

Curiosity got the better of me. "How did you meet him?" I pressed.

The warden's demeanor shifted, his tone sharp. "I won’t tell a murderer like you."

Anger and frustration bubbled within me. "I’m not a murderer!" I insisted. "It’s all a misunderstanding. And that so-called savior of yours, Nero, happens to be my friend too."

The warden gave me a skeptical glance but said nothing more. I couldn’t help but wonder how Nero had earned such reverence—and why it felt like he was still tied to every thread of this tangled mess.

As we entered the chow hall, something felt off. I quickly realized that I was the only female in the entire facility. This wasn’t just any ordinary prison section—it was the male wing. My heart raced as I processed the implications. Why was I brought here?

I turned to Ethan and whispered, "Do you notice anything strange? I'm the only woman here."

Ethan froze, his face instantly paling. He stared around the room, taking in the surroundings. The look on his face was one of pure concern and fear. He grabbed at his hair, a look of stress overtaking him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.

His voice was low, almost a whisper. "This... this is exactly what he wants. We’re in Ghost’s trap now. He wanted us in this prison, together. He orchestrated everything—the murders, the accusations, bringing us here. This was all part of his plan."

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. Ghost had been one step ahead, pulling the strings behind everything that had happened, manipulating us into this situation. The realization sent a chill down my spine. Whatever game Ghost was playing, it was far from over.

As we entered the chow hall, I quickly realized something none of the others seemed to notice. I was the only female in the entire prison. That meant I had been placed in the male section—something didn’t add up. I leaned closer to Ethan and whispered, "Did you notice that? I’m the only woman here, so why was I brought to the men’s section?"

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Ethan’s face went pale as he processed it. His usual calm demeanor cracked, and he gripped his hair tightly, stress washing over him. "This isn’t good," he muttered, his voice tight with fear.

I pressed him, concerned. "What’s wrong? What are you thinking?"

He stared at me, eyes wide with realization. "This is Ghost’s trap. He wants us together here for some reason. He orchestrated everything—the murders, the false accusations, and now this. We’re in his hands."

My heart sank. "So, we’ve been framed?"

Ethan nodded grimly. "Exactly. He’s manipulating everything. We need to tell Nero. He’s the only one who can help us."

I bit my lip, trying to think quickly. "But how? We’re stuck here with no way out."

Ethan looked helpless, but then I had an idea. "The warden... He knows Nero, and he seems to respect you too. We can use him as our messenger."

Ethan looked thoughtful, weighing my suggestion. "It might work, but we have to be careful. Ghost is always watching."

I nodded, feeling the weight of our situation but also a spark of hope. If Nero could find a way to help, maybe we could finally stop Ghost's twisted game.

After breakfast, we were escorted back to our cell. I urged Ethan to ask the warden for help. He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and approached Dorian, the warden.

"I understand," Dorian said, nodding. "I’ll pass your message along to Mr. Wolfsbane."

A few days later, on Sunday, Dorian returned with a letter from Nero. The letter read, "I was preparing to help you guys escape, and everything is already planned. Dorian will assist you in getting out, and I’ll be waiting for you outside."

Relief washed over me as I read the note. Finally, a glimmer of hope. Ethan and I exchanged grateful glances, our tension starting to ease a bit. We knew we still had a long road ahead, but with Nero’s plan in motion, there was a chance we could make it out of this nightmare.

The next morning, Ethan and I were awake early, trying to keep our nerves under control. It was time. Dorian, ever the trusted ally, arrived at our cell, appearing casual. He pretended to drop the keys as if by accident, not noticing they had fallen. It was a small act, but it was enough. I quickly snatched the keys and unlocked the bars, my heart racing.

As planned, I grabbed the knife Dorian had slipped to us earlier in the chow hall and pointed it at him, ensuring the cameras would see me as the one in control. I had to make it look real, so I threatened him and held him as a hostage. It was the perfect cover. In case anyone else showed up, Dorian would be our protection.

We moved through the prison, each step calculated. I opened another cell along the way and pushed Dorian inside, locking him back in, making sure our escape remained undetected. Everything was going exactly as planned.

When we reached the prison labor facility, I spotted the rope hanging on the wall. I knew it was a signal from Nero. My excitement soared. This was it. Our way out.

I wheeled Ethan closer to the rope, my hands trembling. First, Ethan grabbed hold and waved it, signaling the person on the other side. Almost immediately, the person pulled Ethan up, and he was out of the prison. Then, I heard the sound of a fight—chaos breaking out on the other side.

The rope descended again. This time, I grabbed it tightly and, with a final surge of hope, was pulled up and out of the prison, free at last.

But when got out there was a stunning moment, there wasn't just Ethen and Nero but another Ethen. no one of us knew who the real Ethen is Except the Ethen and fake Ethen them selves.