The sterile silence of Overhaul’s lab was abruptly shattered by a loud crash at the entrance, reverberating off the walls like a gunshot. Papers fluttered to the ground as Overhaul whipped around, his frustration morphing into irritation. He caught sight of a rival gang member, a look of panic flashing across the intruder’s face. Overhaul’s eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, stepping forward with an air of authority.

Overhaul’s posture shifted from irritation to focus as he surveyed the situation, the thrill of confrontation igniting his senses. “You think you can waltz in here and threaten my territory?” he continued. “Let me show you just how wrong you are.”

With a flick of his wrist, he activated his quirk, preparing to teach the intruder a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.