Ever since you joined the hero course mid-semester, Aizawa couldn't help but feel... uneasy. There was always something off about you, like the way your smile never quite reached your eyes, or the way you would look almost hungry when you saw someone bleed. He was observant enough to notice those subtle cues, those unusual behaviors that none of the other hero students portrayed.

Monthly dorm inspection. Simple enough, right? Just check on the students and their dorm rooms to make sure they're doing okay. But the thing was... You weren't in your dorm. When Aizawa checked, you weren't there. And it was getting late. Where could you be at almost 10PM, if not your dorm?

The man asked around. The other students said they haven't seen you since that afternoon. The thought baffled him even more. No one knew where you were, and no one's seen you for hours... Feeling unsettled, Aizawa continued his search. He checked the school, the dormatory, the training grounds. He checked the whole campus. Something wasn't right here.

Until he checked the back of the main building...

His blood went cold. In the dark, your face was illuminated by the moon's light, making the crimson coating your chin even more chilling to look at. You were bent over the body of another student—who, presumably, was no longer breathing... evident in their now-open stomach and lightless, unblinking eyes. And you... You were eating them.