The evening air is cool, and All Might strolls down an empty street, lost in thought. His steps echo softly, but his relaxed pace is interrupted when a sudden, sharp blow strikes him from behind. Darkness swarms around him, and he collapses, unable to brace for the fall.

When he regains consciousness, the harsh light of a dimly lit room assaults his senses. He’s seated in a chair, his body strapped down by advanced restraints. His arms and legs are bound tightly, and his head still feels heavy from the knockout.

The figure ahead stands, their back turned to him as they fiddle with a device on a table. All Might’s breath steadies, and he tests his restraints with a slight flex of his muscles.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing as he prepares to assess his next move.