Agency Fin. (solo)

Junko stumbled about in a containment yard. Perhaps it wouldn't seem so grim if each of the inmates skin tone was the same palor of grey as the walls and their jumpsuits. They were taken off of the torture regime... 600 days, 14 hours, 43 minutes, and a few sighs of relieve later. Perhaps she had been here for an entire human lifetime. There would be no way to tell. Junko had been tested in every way imaginable, she hadn't tried to escape in the entirety of her decade long stay with this prison. But they never slacked off on security, not once, not for an instant. She would have bolted if there had been. She was told that most other shinigami were tortured for a few weeks before they submitted to the humans power. Junko had the all time record for time survived, and time held out, in the prison. The other women gave her respect, but then again, Junko wasn't the same, cocky, reckless spirit she was amost a decade ago.

She had been through multiple years of torture, constant, and ongoing. Every possible torture short of cutting limbs off had happened. She was missing a pinkie toe, but the rest of the appendages they sewed back on while she was passed out, perhaps only for them to be cut off hours later. Junko had no plan of escape, no plan of attack. Just a life of a prisoner. The only enemies she had left were inside of the walls. Guards raped prisoners whenever they felt like it (often). the ordinary prison weapons were used in yard brawls, no spiritual powers, that would warant summary execution, but hand to hand was almost encouraged by the guards. The prisoners hardly had rights. Actually, pretty much no rights. There were perhaps 300 prisoners in the facility. Of those, a constant third were in a maternity ward. The children of the guards were taken off by another program. Junko had been in prison longer than anyone, but was one of the few mothers of single children. She had given birth somewhere in her torturous period, and the rest of the tortures had rendered her sterile.

Perhaps that was why she was never attacked by guards... No profit for the agency from the assault. Junko heard the droning, low-frequency buzz that was the yard alarm, the signal to head back to the cells. And Junko transitioned from a large grey concrete room to a small one, she piddled in her bed. She was planning, resting, trying seem any spiritual energy from the barren walls. She could, most of the time. She had contact with her Zanpaktou spirit too. She could probably summon her blade, it had been destroyed upon her arrival. But manifesting her zanpaktou would drain her of all of her spiritual pressure.

A blinding light flashed before her right before the pain. She was suddenly lept atop of by someone clearly double her weight. And then the act that she had been pondering happened. Her skin glowed a bright red, and then her armor was there, and Fenikkusu was impaling the guard on her blade. Junko was as startled as the guard was. Junko rolled him off of her, her blade slid out of his body, and she stepped on his corpse as she got out of her bed. And strolled to the open cell door.

Her armor was different, no longer was it suited to the Eastern fighting style, but it was heavy, plate and chainmail. It covered her entire body, even a helm. Just like old times. She advanced to the exit. Every girl knew where it was, not many could get through it. The guards fired round after round from machine guns, handguns, shotguns and even a bazooka. Nothing fazed her. She simply kept walking, although, the bazooka caused her to miss a step. She had killed 5 guards in as many minutes.

She swiped one of the guard's security keys on the door, it read, access denied. Junko stabbed the control panel and that opened the door right up. Junko continued, she could feel fresh air on her face for the first time in a decade. At the exit, a single girl stood in the way. Mabye not more than 7 years old. She came at her, crystal knifes flailing every which way, a backfist to the head sent her sprawling. Perhaps she should have killed her, but she had to keep moving.

Junko finally made it to the exterior of the prison, which apparently was a mountian, and the armor dissolved, the grey jumpsuit returning. She was still in a gigai... And it was time to run.