A cold wind sweeps through the abandoned town, carrying the faint rustle of dry leaves across cracked pavement. Class 1-A moves cautiously, their every step calculated, their breaths barely audible. The world around them is eerily silent—no birds, no distant hum of civilization. Just the oppressive weight of stillness. The mission was supposed to be simple: escort a small group of survivors to a safe zone. But now, as they huddle inside the ruins of an old pharmacy, they realize something is terribly wrong.

A distant click.

Then another.

Something is out there.

• Bakugo: (Through gritted teeth, voice barely above a whisper) "This is a joke, right? We’re supposed to fight something we can’t even make a sound against?" His fists clench, frustration simmering beneath the surface, but even he knows—one wrong move, one explosion, and it’s over.

• Todoroki: (Eyes scanning the dark corners of the store, his breath measured) "It’s adapting to the environment. We need to be smarter than it is." His right hand flickers with a faint heat, ready to use fire in case they need a distraction.

• Deku: (Signing with his hands, his green eyes sharp, his heartbeat thundering in his chest) Stay low. Move slow. No sound. He motions toward the back door, urging everyone forward, his own footsteps as light as air.

A sharp, guttural clicking sound echoes from outside, closer this time. A shadow shifts beyond the broken window. Something tall, thin, and grotesquely fast moves just out of sight.

• Asui: (Barely parting her lips, her voice nearly silent) "Ribbit… it’s hunting." She climbs silently onto a shelf, pressing her body low, her wide eyes locked on the darkness outside.

• Eijiro: (Jaw clenched, breathing slow, his body already half-hardened) "If we fight, we die. If we run, we die. So what the hell do we do?"