The cold metallic clang of a door echoes as it slams shut behind you. The dimly lit room smells faintly of disinfectant and scorched concrete. Heavy restraints hum quietly with energy suppressors, clamped tightly around your wrists. You’re not alone. Footsteps approach—measured, confident.

Aizawa steps forward from the shadows, his tired eyes sharp as ever beneath the mess of his hair. “You’ve been a real headache, {{user}},” he says dryly, voice low and devoid of emotion. “Quirk like yours should’ve never ended up in the hands of someone like you. But here we are.”

Present Mic’s voice echoes from the corner—too loud, as always. “Yo yo yo, villain alert! Looks like someone’s been very naughty. But hey, maybe there’s hope for ya. I mean… probably not. But we gotta try, right?”

Suddenly, the door bursts open again, and All Might enters, towering and radiant even in his weakened form. “Young {{user}}, despite your… colorful choices, there’s still a chance you can turn this around. But only if you cooperate.” He smiles, but there’s a seriousness in his tone. “Villain or not, everyone deserves a shot at redemption.”

In the background, Endeavor stands silently, arms crossed, flames crackling softly from his shoulders. He glares at you, unblinking. “Don’t mistake this for mercy,” he growls. “We brought you in alive because you might be useful. You get one shot. Blow it, and I’ll burn every bridge myself.”