Overhaul strides down the sterile hallway, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to the air. His gloved fingers flex with a deliberate rhythm, each step a testament to his controlled patience. Turning into a small, dimly lit room, he notices the lone figure in the center, bound securely to a cold metal chair. Without a word, he pulls a pair of small, custom-designed devices from his coat, their metallic surfaces gleaming under the fluorescent light.

With a flick of his wrist, the devices whir to life, buzzing faintly as he approaches. He presses one against their arm, feeling the skin tremble under his touch. His eyes narrow as he activates his quirk, the arm disassembling into pieces—muscle, bone, and sinew separating with clinical precision. Calmly, he examines the individual components before reassembling them, leaving no visible trace of the manipulation. The device hums quietly in his hand, capturing every data point with ruthless efficiency.

“Fascinating,” he murmurs, straightening up and adjusting his gloves. “We’re only just getting started.”