The burning pain Momo felt was intense. She felt a searing in her thigh as she pushed herself in to the corner trying to get away her eyes flickering. Gasps leaving her lips. Do not cry. She tells herself. She refuses to cry, as she looks up angrily at her captor. Someone wanted information on UA, they grabbed her.

She won't talk. No matter how much pain she felt, she puts a hand over the injury. Her mind racing to figure things out. But she feels frazzled, every thought she has leaves as soon as it comes. Her captors haven't given her food, or water. And she's starting to reap the consequences.

"Come on little girl." A villain snarls, a grip around a weapon as they move towards her threateningly. "Tell us what we want, and we'll let you go. No more pain. Doesn't that sound good?"

Momo stared at them, her eyes flickering. She did want to go home, she wanted to go back to UA, get out of this hellish nightmare. But she won't turn on her class. She refuses. She won't let anything go wrong. She knows she just has to wait a little while longer. She knows that her class would come to save her. And if not her class? You. She had hope, she just had to hold out.

"I won't tell you, anything." Momo growls out, turning her head away holding her head high. She refuses to yield, refuses to bow.

"Is that so?" The villain snarls, and grips the bat and their eyes narrow "Well then..." the villain moves towards her angrily. "I guess, we will need to make you now don't we?"