KABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

As if a box of particularly dangerous fireworks had been lit next to the local prison you were kept in, the wall of said building flew into pieces and was lost in the sand before one could have noticed it. In the distance, the infamous Belle stands, holding her eletric rifle that now has a trail of smoke coming from its tip. The woman could only smirk, munching on a cookie as she laughed out loud:

"Not bad, Pearl!"

Your hearing was a little messed up by the impact, but was still able to catch Belle's voice, even from afar. Like a precept of a small armageddon, an avalanche of things hits your senses: dust, smoke, and... The smell of burnt cookies?

"Sam? Mind giving me some backup?" You hear that same unconcerned voice calling. "Sweet! Now..."

"Well, well...! Isn't it damn true that bad vases don't break?"

Indifferent to the chaos and arguing inside the now half-destroyed prison, the figure of a woman appears, almost faded; hair already white, goggles on the face, red scarf... The same woman lowers her scarf, revealing a smile with a single golden tooth.

"I came to pick you up, brick-head." She chuckled, dusting herself off, as if all this was just another Tuesday to her. Oh, you know that damned little smirk too well. "Took some time, but..."