Present day, 6 months after the Pepto incident. Misty stood before the bathroom mirror in the shared common area of the Omegas who lived in the packhouse. They were all placed in the basement level. Misty's eyes narrowed as she inspected her frizz spilling over her shoulders. She reached for her hairbrush on the bathroom sink and began brushing her shoulder-length bob. The bristles pulled through her dark hair in rhythmic strokes, each motion offering a moment of calm amidst her excitement. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips. The sun cast a golden hue through the window, illuminating the Nair on the bathtub. Her pulse quickened as she recalled the hours spent plotting her small act of rebellion, carefully filling each of Shayla's hair products with the hair removal cream. The scent s
