Rosebelle, gasping for breath and still visibly shaken, muttered to herself, "Alex... you jerk." She hit the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes.

  However, amidst the turmoil in her mind, a realization dawned on Rosebelle. She had emerged victorious. The crowd's cheers for her filled the arena.

  Gathering what was left of her composure, Rosebelle tried to regain her sense of self. She muttered with a hint of defiance, "Alex will come crawling back to me... with an apology once he knows Roselle’s been killed… yeah…"

  Angie, Sarah, and Michigo looked over towards Roselle’s body. Angie commented, "This is bad. She's... she's not moving at all."

  Sarah added, "She's lost a lot of blood.. You… you don’t think…."

  Michigo stared at Roselle’s battered body. “This can’t be happening,” she said while trembling. “There’s no way Roselle can be...”

  The trio suddenly noticed that Sadie was nowhere to be found. She had disappeared without a word, leaving them puzzled.

  “Where is Sadie?” Sarah asked in a panic. “Don’t tell me she abandoned us now, of all times.”

  Angie, scanning the arena suddenly pointed towards a spot on the other side of the battlefield. “Over there!” she shouted. “Sadie beat us to it!”

  Sadie, who had silently disappeared in the chaos, was now kneeling beside Roselle. Her face was calm yet sad. She reached out and gently touched Roselle's shoulder.

  In an astonishing turn of events, Roselle began to stir. Her friends watched in awe and disbelief as Roselle rose to her feet albeit slowly. Roselle got her posture steady and took her fighting stance

  Sadie stepped back and said, "She's still able to fight. This isn't over yet."

  Rosebelle turned to Roselle and laughed. "Look at you," she sneered. "You look like you're gonna fall over any minute now. One blow should totes be enough to finish you off."

  Rosebelle dashed forward with lethal intent. The crowd's cheers grew louder, anticipating the final blow.

  Just when Rosebelle closed in, Sadie moved closer to Roselle and whispered something in her ear. It was words that no one else could hear. The whisper was like a spark, igniting something within Roselle.

  Roselle’s eyes sharpened. With pure strain, she dashed forward, meeting Rosebelle’s charge head-on. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest but she pushed through the pain.

  She focused her foresight, not on dodging Rosebelle’s strike, but on identifying the perfect moment to attack. She saw the best opening, a split-second gap in Rosebelle’s defense, and aimed for it with precision.

  Roselle gathered all her remaining strength and threw a punch she called "Photo Strike." The punch was imbued with all her resolve.

  The impact against Rosebelle was immense. As the punch connected, Rosebelle spat out blood, her body launched into the air with incredible force. She crashed through a pillar. The entire room shook from the collision. Dust and debris filled the area. The spectators gasped, watching in awe. Some began vocal:

  "I can't believe what I just saw! Did she come back from the dead?"

  "Who knew this was going to turn into a full-blown anime showdown?!"

  "That's the kind of epic comeback you only see in the movies!"

  Sarah, inspired by Roselle's incredible comeback, began chanting, "Roselle! Roselle! Roselle!"

  She turned to Michigo, who had tears of joy in her eyes, and urged, "Join in, Michigo! Let's show Roselle our support!"

  Michigo nodded and joined the chant, "Roselle! Roselle! Roselle!"

  Angie joined the chorus, "Roselle! Roselle! Roselle!"

  The crowd started to join in as well. The chant grew louder and more enthusiastic with each passing second.

  Roselle, standing tall in the center of the arena, could feel the overwhelming support and encouragement from her friends and the crowd.

  Rosebelle awakened to find Roselle standing over her. In her anger, she immediately lashed out with a flurry of blows, aiming for Roselle's face and body; however, to her shock and frustration, her attacks seemed to have no effect. Roselle stood there, taking the blows with a calm look.

  With each strike, Rosebelle's frustration grew. She swung wildly, but still, Roselle remained unharmed. It was as if Rosebelle's strength had been drained, and her blows were nothing but feeble attempts against her resolute opponent.

  Roselle finally spoke, "Your way of violence ends here,"

  Rosebelle asked while trembling. "Why? Why can't I hurt you anymore? What changed?"

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  Roselle looked at her with compassion. "Rosebelle, you have no strength left in your punches. Your abilities have negative side effects, and you used one you never used before. After you lost control, all your power disappeared."

  Rosebelle sank to her knees. She began to cry with free falling tears. "I wanted to be strong like…for reals..."

  Sadie retrieved a pair of sturdy handcuffs and approached Rosebelle. She handcuffed Rosebelle and spoke with a tone of authority. “These cuffs were made by Juliana Kintovar”

  The name Juliana Kintovar seemed to ring bells in Rosebelle's mind, but she couldn't quite place it. Confused and disoriented, she asked, "Juliana Kintovar? Who's that?"

  Sadie replied, "I'm surprised you don't know about your own mother. Juliana Kintovar is the brilliant scientist who is trying to bring down Shadowcroft. It's funny... You work for the same organization your mother is trying to take down. It's almost as if you were brainwashed... We have alot of questions for you, Rosebelle. You are... the key to Shadowcrowft."

  Rosebelle's eyes widened. "My mother? I didn't... I had no idea."

  Sadie remained stern. "It's clear that you've been manipulated and used by Shadowcroft. We need to understand your connection to them and your mother's work. It's time to break you free from their influence."

  Roselle held one arm and tried to move over to Sadie. Sadie's gloomy face became more sad when she saw Roselle’s condition. "Roselle, you're in no shape to be moving around right now. You're badly hurt."

  Roselle, despite her injuries said, “I’m fine…”, but when she took a step, her balance wavered and she would have fallen if not for Sarah catching her by the shoulder. She held Roselle up and shook her head with a smile. "You big liar. Stop trying to act tough."

  Roselle let out a weak chuckle.

  Sarah continued, "We also have to talk about, especially on how you did the most reckless thing. You know you don't go to the gym but still wanted to face that behemoth of a woman."

  Roselle grinned, "Hey, I won, right?"

  Sarah lowered her eyes and then raised her voice. "That's not the point. You could've been crushed! We need to take better care of you, Roselle. You're not invincible, no matter how many times you can get up.”

  Roselle sighed. Her smile faded slightly. "I know, I know…”

  A few hours later, the group made way to a hospital room. Michigo and Sarah were inside, sitting by Roselle's bedside. Roselle, though still injured, appeared to be recovering. Her breathing was steady, and her complexion seemed better than before.

  Outside the room, Sadie and Angie stood in the hallway, keeping a close watch on the situation.

  The doctor, a man with a British accent entered the room and approached Roselle's bed. He examined her with a thoughtful look, then turned to Michigo and Sarah.

  "It's quite remarkable, what we've observed," the doctor began. "It appears that Roselle's body now contains what we can only describe as super cells. These cells have displayed incredible regenerative properties, and they seem to have played a significant role in her recovery."

  Sarah raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Super cells? What's the difference between those and regular cells?"

  The Doctor responded. "Regular cells have limitations in their regenerative abilities. They can repair damage to a certain extent, but not at the accelerated rate we've seen in Roselle. Super cells, on the other hand, appear to be capable of a more gradual healing and regeneration rate. They can even repair damaged lungs according to the test results. It's a truly unique development, one we've never encountered before."

  Michigo exchanged a glance with Sarah before returning attention to the doctor. "But what caused this? How did Roselle acquire these super cells?"

  The doctor paused for a moment and then raised a finger. "That, is a question we don't have an answer to at the moment. We'll need to conduct further research to understand this phenomenon. In the meantime, We will keep an eye on Roselle's recovery. This is a remarkable development, but we need to ensure it doesn't have any unforeseen side effects."

  After the checkup, Roselle was sent to lay in the bed with a bandaged forehead. She looked up at Michigo and Sarah who came to check up on her. Both of them wore worried looks. Roselle gave them a smile. "It's okay, really. It's not as bad as it looks."

  Michigo and Sarah exchanged relieved glances. Michigo squeezed Roselle's hand. “You scared us back there, you know. We thought we were going to lose you in that fight…but you somehow pulled it off…”

  Roselle's smile remained, but her eyes reflected gratitude. “I’m only alive thanks to you guys. Your support is what helped me to keep going past my limits."

  Sarah stared for a while before deciding to speak. "Roselle, there's something we need to talk about, something I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid..."

  Roselle's brow furrowed in curiosity. "What is it, Sarah? You can tell me anything."

  Sarah glanced at Michigo and discreetly signaled for her to leave the room. Michigo raised an eyebrow and exclaimed. "Aw, come on, I won't tell anybody, you know that, Sarah!"

  Sarah replied in a hushed tone, "It's just... it's embarrassing, Michigo. I'd rather discuss it privately. Don't worry, I'll tell you everything later."

  Michigo nodded understandingly and left the room.

  Sarah hesitated for a moment before she began to speak. She recounted the events that had transpired one week before Roselle's suspension.

  "I met Rosebelle," Sarah admitted. "At first, I didn't know what to think. She looked exactly like you, but she was so different, like a twisted version of you. She tried to convince me that she was you, but I didn't buy it. And when I didn't, she... she knocked me out."

  Roselle gasped in surprise. Sarah continued. “When I woke up, I met Alex…Alex forced me into things I'm not proud of," Sarah confessed. Her eyes were brimming with tears. "I... I wasn't pure anymore, Roselle. I was scared to tell you because Rosebelle threatened to destroy my life if I ever said anything with just one word. I wanted to tell you, but I was too afraid. Now I'm just so embarrassed and ashamed of myself."

  Rosellelistened intently to Sarah's confession. She reached out and gently squeezed Sarah's hand. "I knew half of the story, Sarah," she said softly. "I always had a feeling that something like this was the case, but you can’t blame yourself. You had no control over what happened, and they used your relationship with me as blackmail. Rosebelle was the one to blame for how she acted, but now we know she herself was being used. The real villain in all of this is Alex."

  Sarah looked at Roselle with a hopeful gaze. “You really think so?"

  Roselle nodded. "I know so. Rosebelle was a victim, just like you were. Alex manipulated her and tried to use her against us. But now we have the chance to change things and stop him from hurting anyone else."

  Sarah wiped her tears away. "You really like to see the best in people, don't you? I mean, you were just in a fight with Rosebelle, and you already seem to forgive her."

  Roselle tilted her head slightly. "Does it really seem that way?"

  Sarah nodded. "Yeah, it does. It's one of the things I like about you, Roselle. You always try to understand others, even when they've hurt you."

  Roselle smiled faintly. "It's not always easy, but I try. I guess I just believe that most people are good at heart, even if they make mistakes. Sometimes, those mistakes aren't entirely their own."

  Sarah leaned over and wrapped her arms around Roselle. "You really are a big bunny at heart," Sarah murmured affectionately. "I love you."

  Roselle chuckled softly, thinking back to her collection of bunny figurines and plush toys. "I love you too, Sarah.”