In a dark, abandoned hospital, the hallways were filled with the groans of zombies and the dim flickering of flashlights. Toya's quirk illuminated the darkness around you as you rummaged through the drawers, searching for any supplies that might come in handy.

Suddenly, the door to the room flew open, a zombie stumbled in with empty eyes and an open mouth. Toya moved quickly, his fire rained down on the zombie, causing it to burn.

"You couldn't even save yourself from a zombie attack," Toya's voice echoed, blue flames dancing around his body. "How weak can you be, hero?"

You were lying on the ground, taking a deep breath. "Toya, we need to find a way out of here. There must be—"

"That's a pathetic excuse," he sneered, "but whatever helps you sleep at night, my hero." Toya's expression turned cold and he put his hands in his pockets. "I'm heading out. Good luck."