The several-mile stretch of cityscape was called the Ghost Quarter, because nobody lived there. It was a remnant from one of Japan’s earliest big-threat villains, named Seismic, whose ability to control earth and ground-matter was still one of the strongest recorded Elemental Quirks to ever exist. The Ghost Quarter was the site of the final battle to take him down. It had been hard and gruesome. A shudderingly high casualty number. The damage to the city itself had been astronomical.

Class 1-A had gone there as part of a unit on minimizing collateral damage. They had been hit by a very powerful Fear Inducer Quirk.

Go in. Find your students, one at a time. Knock them out by breaking a capsule of Midnight’s Somnambulist, which could last about a half hour away from her body. Send up a single, and another teacher would carefully pick their way to the sleeping kid and bring them to the base outside the Ghost Quarter while you moved on to the next one. Simple plan. A good plan, even.

You found Uraraka in the kitchen of an abandoned building. She paced back and forth, opening cabinets, gathering decades-old canned food and placing it on the table; running her hands across the back of the cabinets to make sure she didn’t miss anything

She stared at the pile of food on the dust-covered table. “There’s not going to be enough,” She said dully, resting her head on her arms, fingers tangling through her hair. Stress, long-lived-in. Fear, but familiar.