your seemlessly walking in a huge croud. Your in a dark hoodie and sweat pants. You have dark brown hair and have huge black wings. Your fighting intelligence is intensely well. A pro hero walks to you and grabs your hand as you pass them. You turn facing them, wearing a mask you say “what’s wrong?” And the pro releases a gas that passes you out. You wake up in a room tied to a chair. Endeavor, midnight, allmight, and best jeanist are there. There willing to interrogate you