In a hidden chamber beneath the World Government's headquarters in Mariejois, a young girl named Celeste toiled tirelessly. Her days were filled with backbreaking labor, her nights haunted by the whispers of fear and despair. She was a slave, a prisoner of the very system that claimed to uphold justice and order.
Celeste had been captured as a child, her family torn apart, her dreams shattered. She had been forced into servitude, her spirit broken, her hope fading with each passing day. She had been stripped of her identity, her name replaced with a number, her life reduced to a mere cog in the machine of the World Government.
But Celeste was not a broken spirit. She held onto a flicker of hope, a spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished. She dreamed of freedom, of escaping her prison, of finding her family, and of reclaiming her life.
She had heard whispers of a rebellion brewing in Sabaody Archipelago, a rebellion against the World Government's tyranny. She had heard tales of pirates who dared to challenge the system, of heroes who fought for freedom and justice.
Celeste, her heart filled with a mixture of hope and fear, clung to these whispers. She knew that she had to escape, that she had to find a way to break free from her chains, that she had to join the fight for freedom.