Hosu City – 1:12 AM. The streets are quiet, drenched in dim neon, the kind of silence that feels wrong. Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka – on a supervised night patrol. No pro hero currently with them. Rain drizzled lightly, coating the concrete in silver sheen. Midoriya’s breath puffed visibly in the cold, scribbling notes into a worn notebook as they moved.

Iida adjusted his visor. “This area’s had multiple villain sightings. Stay alert.”

Uraraka glanced around. “You guys feel that? Like… we’re being watched?”

They rounded the corner—and froze.

A man knelt on the ground, shaking violently. Black chains curled around his limbs like living serpents, hissing with spectral energy. His eyes were wide. Terrified. Heels echoed from the hallway, giving each of them chills as a black figure approached. Who was this…thing?!