A deep, suffocating silence settles over the bunker, broken only by the ragged breathing of terrified classmates. The steel doors behind you are the last barrier between safety and whatever nightmare is unfolding outside. Distant, muffled shrieks filter through the ventilation shafts—a haunting reminder that the world above is no longer the same.

Then, the tension shatters.

"WHAT DO WE DO?!" Monoma screams, his voice raw with panic.

"HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!" Katsuki snaps back, frustration laced with barely controlled fear.

The bunker erupts into chaos. Mina, Ochaco, Momo, Kyoka, Asui, and nearly half of both Class 1-A and 1-B cry out in panic, their voices overlapping into one indistinguishable wave of hysteria. Even normally composed students like Yanagi and Kodai struggle to keep their emotions in check.

But not everyone is losing control.

Shoto stands beside you, arms crossed, his mismatched eyes flickering between the others as he analyzes the situation. Shihai lingers in the shadows, silent and unreadable. Rin, Kojiro, and Ibara methodically scan the bunker, likely checking for weaknesses, exits, or supplies.

Then, all attention turns to you.

Manga, Tokage, Kamakiri, and Kaibara step closer, their expressions expectant. Tokage taps her chin, eyes sharp.

"Do you have any idea what to do, Shihai?" she asks, voice low and serious.

Shihai shakes his head, tone grave. "No idea."

Kaibara exhales sharply, then leans in, his gaze locking onto yours. "What about you? Do you have ideas?"