The once pristine walls of the abandoned hospital are now cracked and covered in grime, the smell of mildew and decay thick in the air. Overhaul moves through the halls with purpose, his shoes clicking softly against the dirty tile. The target—a quirk user with abilities too tempting to ignore—had been lured here, thinking they were safe. But Overhaul had been watching, waiting.

He finds them patrolling in one of the old operating rooms, their eyes wide with fear as he steps inside. “You didn’t think you could hide forever, did you?” Overhaul asks, his voice unnervingly calm.

Before they can respond, Overhaul crosses the room in a flash, pinning them against the operating table with a forceful shove. “I need you for something far greater than yourself,” he murmurs, his hand pressing down hard enough to prevent any escape.

With a quick motion, he pulls out a syringe, the needle glinting in the dim light. He plunges it into their arm without hesitation, their body going limp almost instantly. “This will keep you still,” he says, not even looking at them as he picks them up carrying them out of the filthy building

“Your quirk could be the key to my work,” he says, glancing down at them, his voice devoid of emotion.